Hillsdale School - Telescope Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1953 volume:

1WF$RW EDITORIAL BUSY AS A BEE has been a welleknown expression since time immemoriul, but the image it conveys is no less real today than it was to Aeneas and his fellow- wcmderers as they sailed by the shores of Carthage and saw its inhabitants qualis apes . . . sub sole labor, like bees beneath the mid-day sun, striving each in its seIf-less way: some cutting stones, others building temples, still others sowing fieldse-all striving both to better themselves and their community. 50 may Hillsdale be looked upon as a bee-hiveeu little community of girls striving together, both at work and play, to achieve a common, and yet separate goal: better human beings and a more beloved school. Just as the tasks of the bees are varied and require different skills, $0 each girl strives in particular fields. This bee gathers honey, that tends the young, 0 third guards the hive. Likewise, one girl excels in ctrt. another prefers science, another is skilled in history; and still another, in mathematics. But a community, however industrious, must provide for its organized survival. Thus the hive has its queen with her two- fold task as monarch and mother. At Hillsdale, Miss Fessenden, its patient execu- tive insures continuous operation with her wisdom and humor, while our loving mothers, organized into various committees, guide our youthful activities. The ultimate product and mainstay of the hive is its honey, collected with instinctive industry from countless blossoms. At Hillsdale, it is culture and knowledge that we strive to gather, perhaps not too instinctively, but with conscious effort, from our teachers whose skill and forbeuring enlist our interest as Howers attract bees. Fervet opus, the work moves on apace, the sevens develop into mature seniors, and thus the never-ceasing life in our Hive rolls on sharing, cooperating, en- lightening, educating! i t t i 'r We now take pride in gratefully Dedicating to u weII-Ioved bee Our Annual Book for '53. For her humor, skill, and constant glee Merci beaucoup to Mam'selle Mauduit! TWENTY-SIX YEARS AGO something wonderful happenede Hillsdale was founded. Twenty-five years ago something won- derful happened to Hillsdale-Mlle. Muuduit became a part of the infant institution. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the school has not been the same since, for Mlle. has contributed on ie ne suis quoi, which has been and always will be remembered by all graduates along with Honor and Qui Veut Peut . She is a model member of our Hillsdale hive, com- plete with the patient kindness as well as the stinging humor of the bee. Who will ever forget her rhythmic pas de, pas de, pas de or the bracing entrance of l'uir into her classroom? Therefore, to you, Mlle. Mauduit, as you complete your twenty- flfth year at our school, your school, the class of 1953 dedicates its Annual with sincere thanks for regaling us well as teaching us. Best wishes for the coming twenty-five years! FLORENCE E. FESSENDEN m E w:: ERCH SE MUS CLASSNOR 0F$ 37 94 mm W W OQSSMMN THIS m pDEeREEilEIi ANNUAL BOARD Sandro Marni ....................................................... Editor-ln-Chief Susan Riggs ............................................ ........... B usiness Manager Holly Humphrey ............................... , .................................. Art Editor Susan Avril, Marcia Highlands .................... , ............ Literary Editors Janie White, , Photography Editor The Annuai Board wishes to thank Miss Ferguson and Miss Corey for their help with 1he literary maferiol, Miss Shellberg for her advice in the curt work, Julie Snow for her photographs, and the P,T.A. Annual Committee for guiding 1he proiect. Senior Photographs by C. J05. Mulo Liihogruphed by me Cincinnati Liihogruphing Company PATRICIA ANN FOX Fuisy as president has been so reliable The success of 1M: year is undeniable. Efficient, charming, wiih savair-fuire Such a leader as she is certainly rare. SOPHIA ANN STRUBBE Wiih boundless energy for one so petite Our vicapresideni Sophie is trim and neat. A model and debuter of unqueslionable skill, She's led our class with determined will. e i ' 1. .1 g I , h 1 I . u . .. . . . - - , . . - 1, , ' ! . a , , - . ' . - ,. a ' - I ' - . . - . ' l - , SUSAN MARY AVRIL ; , ' I ' Susan's a girl who's blase and beautiful, ' J I . . , Dramatic, friendly, unquestionably dutiful. . i ' - Add poise, humor, and brains to these, ' . . ; And you'll find her one of our mos! charming bees. :- r ' ' t . i . - e . . Q . . . . w I . . MARY 'ANN BAX'I'ER To our class Ann was a welcome addition. She's liked by all for her guy disposition. In horsemunship Ann's really oufsfunding. So we wish her many a happy landing! Wg-J ' W5 9-5 L. ?wg jaw; 5M YWJJV w 1Q W'M'u WWI- kfx-OK-R . P w o 91' M W W B :5; JHIWW 16W.- ajuk. Opal?- EMILIE HAWLEY DANA The frolicsame girl who reads all the lime ls Emilie Dana whose smile is sublime. This sophisticaled head of the music commilfee ls deligI-nfully guy and sirikingly preify. , r W J Cam? 4. jwy . bpwm WW JALQ'Q KATHERINE DONAN CRONE Arlisiic Kiny is culiurully inclined Such a memory as hers is hard to fund. She does her work in her own qufel way. Chances are the she'll be famous Isome day. 100 4.1; it tut J. 1 ; DElLE ALLISON DAVIES Coy, cute and charming is spirited Delle ' Especially in on she is known to excel. . ,; ,, She's led our singing call Through the year And so in Della a hearty cheer! JANIS ELAINE DOPPLER 1; Of our newesf clussmuies is a gal we call Dop In friendship and poise she ranks of the fop. Shiny hair and eyes and pleniy of kick, When her help is asked, 1he response is quick, . , nmv-mi. .. . TX. chi x13 L30-u.l m3 J'N n JLJ. LA 9511b Lt 1.;5 bi. :UJL de '; imk-wp Lchn 1m:- TQHA, i HJWL :. j .1de lDLJJT urn; 1-? 11kg. ..u', m- 1' MO JOYCEANNET'I'EGILI. mu. 1;; i kw- VTAJ vw-JsI l. U'-- 0 Of fhe seniors many are known for 1heir voices But few can surpass the fineness of Joyce's. Perfection's her standard; she's ferribly neat, And on top of all this she is fun and petite. 3m mm. ML MR mum m4 mm W ALGA lvm, 'chc. 10W 0-1 44444. aJ- aft. JJ-uJ oUJ-u '1 30 .0: M f O-U'JL JUDITH ANNETTE ELLIOTT Uhm Ojim 6L 30-0 at , Her looks are accented by a perfect prome. She is neat, meticulous and works for perfection. Slim graceful Judy has inimitable style. Her charming ways need no correction. Jam. JA- Judi M MARCIA JOAN HIGHLANDS This highland luss wifh lovely blond fresses Is very udepf a? sewing up dresses. 0F spirif and pep she has quite a supply So we know she'll succeed as the years pass by. Dav Maud, wan; a, forilz'L qw wcw 14d! 17m rcallq WW ii hut. Louldu'f qd' foqdhu ow wig qou'u turn fun, on glitz, uMwJDu qallwtd I'll quOC iwlo a bow . quqLd Wcsrvnu'. IUaMLq, Eu alwaqs mm our hfsfcricol qkiqluiy in our $020304 deal, IUIJ run - wing down our fapudz.-ula'd heifer batman! MmoMI cvhunl' hqoz we can qu' faqum, for 1 q . HOLLY BLAC MAR HUMPHREY , vaLanMS and mm cow 4.: mrcsr on Ila ml and i NQr-mr 06 2::ys:::y::r:e:nm::::v:l5:17;: you've heard. lad .. She is gracicus and kind, ye? sly as an elf I We know that she'll make quiie a name for herSeIfV Laft VOL; Holly i i X ! . L .-- 4. .EJV . J-.. u A. ., A . - l L9H. . ,- x-v .u- -. J m LJ. -kx , , , . - i ; . h . 7- . J , . . ' , . . - l 11-. . I - ' ' ' ' I ' Q J . J , 71-,I'I: -J'Vr 1...-., h lAURA LOUISE JACOBS ' Athletic Louise in dramatics can star As a spirited leader she's way above par, Abilily and humor, bcfh are Jake's So cheers to her, she's got what if Oukes. ktku;L1J.IJ L'J'- -J . - - L331 , ; .3! J J 3 . x -. , . ' . ,J J-xuh ' J J l IPKJ '- k'- N: - -u- 1: J - o ' F ' I Q k ,J x- .,-- viva bu wvnu, . . J i J: - i... L3 J .L r x - - 'w m- . I '1 , J n KJ' .. ' REPORT CARD READING ...... :5 ? Wz'thc-H.-.. NANCY JANE HUNT Nancy is dimpled with bright auburn hair For appealing welI-dressed she has quiIe a flair. Bubbling with humor and merry good will Of her ready smiles we can't get our fill. DOROTHY JOY lOWMAN Joy quietly proves to be qui'e a wit Of her sfaiuesque beauty weld like bul a bit. I? seems as though she never desisfs From scoring 100 on all spelling lists. 01M, ML, lwt Mk, Lumbar thwart mam, W1 w aw? TKMQF' Bawa, Mu; 7W2 M thllgl-G- Hull TU Wu lanai: Lt. Hom- 16M oh? 016w. and UAW. M MM SANDRA ELISABETH MARNI Sundruls talents in every class Are quiie impossible to surpass. As edilor-in-chief she deserves cangramlufions, For the Annual presenled many trials and ?ribulalionsA w'udx slim know. M50 Lb'lle uawlu lad. hmmm. M009. mg mg d-wt 3n JEAN Lag t Marni f NANCY SUE McELROY Bubbling Bitsy is full of fun Of scimilluling seniors she is surely one. Athletic. friendly, wiih good sporfsmanship Our Gold 'eum captain is really 1: hi'. $1.'22 ANN BAGLEY McCASLIN Short and swee' is our little Miss Mac. Shek brilliant, athletic, and brimming wifh tact. A5 AA. president, powerful though small She has righrfully earned ihe respect of all. NANCY VIRGINIA PARISH In all of M12 arts Nancy surpasses. She's one of the seniors' preniesi lasses. She modeled so gracefully in our fashion-showJeu She'd surely do as well in gay Puree. NANCY ANN MILLER In six years U1 Hillsdule Nancy has been The one in our class who's always stayed thin. Her sparkling smile and dimples reveal Her delightful spirit and endless zeal. MARIE SUZANNE PATTFSON A courageous, stimulating, udveniurous scout, So devilish , we never know what she's chow, Wifh spirit enough for al! lhirfy-Ihree, She has friends both here and over The sea. EMMA lOUISE PARRISH Sing praise: to Louise, she's fun about right, Quiet, industrious, always polite. Of ihe thirty-three seniors she is ane Whom all have found friendly and lots of fun. GWYNETH POWEll. PEASE Bustling and busyrdescribe Miss Pause, And in her future the Telescope sees A career of welfare and social work, And 0 full load of dufies she never will shirk. ANN RUSSELL RICHARDSON Annie, who led the Green learn this year Inspired sportsmanship, spirI'l and cheer. BrownAeyed Rich is peppy und cocky, A terror in tennis, a threat in hockey. Mum miHen , NM. MUM Ltd m W m- W45, LLMAL ?- WW Ilrm 720.51 :Ewe W Md:- W m. M gm? JLQW. tflmWWQWWWWHEY Wonesm wad. aw 111m Q. W W WNW ELLSWORTH SCHERR E W cuui GLM WE: KEh'ZZ'ihLTSOSSnTI'SC'mfn'.5'21'2 r... 0.4m M 010 LWL LW$31,315;:::T::s:ann:i::t:1:tWhyq W W 4i, WW SUSAN FULLER RIGGS Susan sparkles whh brilliance and wit Of her quick reparfee we'd like but a bit. Wiih an excellen! voice and a businesslike mind, A profusion of talents in her are combined. BARRI EMELIE SCHMIDLAPP Barri appears demure and current. Her feminine blush wil! be hard to forget. As courteous head of the Red Cross Commmea She does well because of her ussiduity. REPORT CARD READING......;5 T : 'R'Iffue.......g. 1 METlQHE? HARRIET GILLHAM SHORE Sparkling Bunny with her ready smiEe Has shown great spiri'r oll 1he while. Indusfrious, active, and a popular miss She's smart and friendly besides ail this. lUCY DELLE THOMPSON Basketball, baseball, each is her forte. lucy's 1he one who's always a sport. AI 1he piano she's also a star,- As a golfer renowned, she's bound in go far. MARGARET SANDRA TERRY Everybody's pal is Sandra Terry. Forever on ihe run and always merry, Confinuully giggling and enthusiasm, Her storehouse of fun is really fantastic. u. KW 9N3 J; .54.. pm deQ Hr MABEL lOUlSE WALLACE Lou is the True southern belle of our class And her gay friendly spirit no one can surpass. Her curly brown hair and shy winning smile - Are assets which add to her own charming style. m ??amu, M amaze 7M7 yaw .l . 'l JW.I67L7JJM . -l:: fl I l JANE DOLCI WHITE 1! Edda; EV: Witty and bright is our slim Miss White, WU W 1 And her voice is to all a perfect delight. 5 I e l In schoolwork, u whiz; in athletics, a star! I With all of her lalenfs, she's bound to go far. 3 d4 069; I WaWquM l .:J I .ay leh l' am' ?.3 4. d; . JUDITH ANN WIETHE Judy is friendly 90 all whom she knows. And youlre sure to find smiles wherever she goes. Sug us an actress lends fife to u play. We've cenuinly missed her while she's been away. 4 SHE BEE Ave Annm Kitty EnHHe DeHe Dop Judy Patsy Jetce AAursh HoHy Nance Jake Joy Marm hAuc BHsy AAH Moo VVeez Sute Gwyn Rkh Suze Sue Bare Bunny Sophm Sandy Luce Lou Junk Sug 666 MINES IS blithe uninhibited cuitural squeamish pert back svelte poised convu1sive chipper iolly good natured weary languid enthusiastic discreet vivacious skimpy coy reserved duuntless debatable dynamic remarkable logical meticulous sparkling efficient droll considerate docile clownish gracious BEE-COMING ASSET dramatic ability Tintair pony toif petite feet dimples alluring eyes profile versatility wasp waist natural curls nimble fingers baby face Dutch-boy bangs eyebrows raven hair patience spirit pear'ly teeth big blue eyes beautiful hands vigor iush locks eyelashes wit gray matter bfush tan Ie nez retrousse infectious giggle rhythm southern drawl beIl-Eike voice good disposition LIKES 7-Up baby pink, baby blue music John Bull crockeriacks Old Saint Nick the infantry fountain dwellers Athens Michigan to bang the ivories men sailors Junior Masons Beatkittens Torch Lake Mcriemont Duchess sunshine Walloon Waters Wyoming to argue!!! parties her other mothers FourtWay Guy Biudes Frank people Boilermakers Old Spice hotels the Deep South Suppo, Bo, and Sambo Cokes BUZZ i What a panic! Thay now! :1 I know. Oh, how gross! Out of sight, out of mind Today my diet REALLY starts! I made a boo-boo. Why, Ladies! sneezes instead. O.K. Fine! Soy how . . . ? Be good now. Don't panic! Listen: I know I flunked it! How's come? C'mon TEAM! Hey?! But Harvard's the best! W Which are my books? H chuckles instead. No kidding, how terrific! Whauaut? I'll never tell. But I AM awake. Oh, mother! 50 what are you gonna do? Sh-hth-h. i Isn't That amazing? I sewed the whole weekend. Hl yo'all! A diEerence or a distinction? t Movies are better than ever! One night, an uncanny bee, Happened to reveal to me, Just exactly what he might see, Buzzing 'round in '63. i While passing over Cincinnati, I see Patsy in a V. W. gas station poking her head out from under a car, 'Poss the monkey wrench!' . . . bz-z-z, Gwyn is dashing up rickety steps to a house in the slums loaded with gifts. . . . Barri, 'Notice the flashy seotcovers on our ex- clusive new Olds convertible.' . . . Nancy Parish to an obstinate piano pupil, 'One, and two, and three, and tour, now iust once moreli . . . bz-z-z A Lonely Hearts' Club run by Junie Doppler, 'If you follow my advice, you'il surelye. . . . !, A dazzling sign on a store window, jPown ShopeWe Specialize in Fro- ternify Pins and Similar Trinket5,eN. J. Hunt, proprietor. . . . bz-z-z 'The bicycle exercise and then to the steam bathsll are the instructions be- ing given at Madame luurcl Louisa's Reducing Solon. . . . 'Yes, one dollar apiece, three di- mensional movies are slightly more, but they DO excel T.V.,' is heard from cashier Wiethe. . . . bz-z-z. Buzz to New York. . . . On a marquee of a Broadway theater in big illominoted letters, North Atlantic, iopologies to Mary Martini, starring Susan Avril t . . There's Kitty Crone with smocked frock and brush in hand critically eyeing her easel in Greenwich Village . . . Wow! Louis, the Parisian designer, is featuring Joy modeling the lanky languid look of '63 . . . Swothed in ticker tape cat the N. Y. Stock Exchange is Susan Riggs gnawing on a pencil. Bunny, quite a success at raising lots of little rabbits . . . Bitsy is c GYM instructor encour- aging little muscles . . . Nancy Miller is in a circus side show, 'The Fat Lady! . . . Marcia 'Hop- per,' 'Guess who was seen with So-ond-so at the Black Hamburg? . . . bz-z-z Phoom, there goes the winner of the hot-rod race, Joyce Gill . . . Annie Baxter is awarding blue ribbons at the horse show of the Carthage Fair . . . 'Bevo' McCaslin is perched on a step ladder instructing the basketball team . . i bz-z-z Lucy, blowing her whistle in a traffic iom, 'C'mon, keep to the right!' . . . 'Woxing' musical are Holly, who originated a iozz opera, and louise 'Armstrong', who is touring and tooting in 0' Dixieland Combo . . . bz-z-z. On to Washington D. C. . . . There Justice Janie White is presiding over the Supreme Court with a heavy gavel . . . Florida, where Delle is supervising the spraying of her famous orange groves . . . Sue Scherr, the harried Comp director of Four-Woy Lodge, 'Who's misbehaving in cabin $8 again? . . . bz-z-z. In the sports world Annie Rich is woman's champion in tennis, 'Four-lovel' . . i Suzanne to the rescue of the cry, iHELP', from a drowning male . . . bzsz-z. As a hostess at the Natchez Pilgrimage is Lou Wallace, 'In this room yo'oll will find-' . . . There's Terry complete with a branding iron on a dude ranch in the Lone Star State . . . bz-z-z. At last in foreign countries I see: Senorita 'Hucly' Elliott intrepidly infuriating a bull to the cheers of millions in Mexico . . . Sophie in Paris with her own modiste shop, 'Mcm'selle, Ie bleu vous v0 bien!' . . . Lady Emilie Dana, wife of on English peer, entertaining at tea at Bucking- horse Castle .' . . Signora Sandra Marni serenoding as she guides her gondola down the Grand Canal . . . Off I'll bun from you 33 HI I return in '63 To see whether my disclosures be, Successful, fun, and fancy free. Blfsv Among 13 r CLASS ELEVEN Top to bottom: Dolly Berger, Bradley Strauchen, Joan Hinsch, Louise Knauft, Diana Greer, Anne Bafferberry, Helen Herlog, Jerry Seybolt. Top to bottom: Winkie Martin, Marilyn Berger, Mariorie Moreland, Mary Jean Hewett, Annie Rittershofer, Jane Hummel, Lloyd Dougherty. CLASS TEN FIRST ROW: seated -Mary Tallentire, Arlene Schroeder, Louise Rifchey, Lynn Fry, Eleanor Vinke. SECOND ROW: Fritzi Fields, Julie Snow, Marilyn Gay, Sully Klein, Jane Dummer, Mimi Andrews, Cynthia Cooper, Joanne Morgans. THIRD ROW: Jill Hullermun, Diane Clark, Barbara McElroy, Sylvia Frey, Jane Hill, Sandra Schmidlapp, Jackie Panison, Lisanna Wiley, Sully MuyEeld. ABSENT: Barbara Blain CLASS NINE FIRST ROW: Helen PreMyman, Cecile Druckeff, Ann McDoweH, Patsy Terrill, Bobbie Dunville, Christie Barnard, Nancy Maescher, Linda Loven, Natalie Bosworm. SECOND ROW: Louise Atkins, June Slammer, Ann Schmidlapp, Linda Aloe, Garrie Blaine. Lucy Howard, Cynthia Taylor, Sue Boller, Sally Hodge, Carolyn Huwe, Nancy Hogan, THIRD ROW: Janie Ames, Barbara Knauft, Linda Halverstudt, Carolyn Hummel, Lucky McCuImonl, Martha Nichols, Pony Davis, Mary Sue Hannah, Kaihryn Erbeck, Nancy Berger. ABSENT: Mary Hauser, Keno King, CLASS EIGHT FIRST ROW: Marianne Hustle, Patsy Palmer, Sally Hatfield, Mimi LeBlond, Judy Hauser, Diane Tietig. SECOND ROW; Ann Wentworlh, chne Mills, Putty Herron, Naomi Tucker, Carolyn Edwards, Eleanor Davis, Mary Slade Morfin. THIRD ROW: Bren! Randolph, Susan Sfemun, Betsy Alexander, Jane Hauenslein, Me- anne Mushburn, Elinor Scherr, Chrisfie Muir, Lynn Dunbar, Dee Anne Schroeder. FOURTH ROW: Anne Gray, Margaret Purlin, BeHy Wiehe, Sally McGuire, Anita Graf, Debbie Gale, Gianna Mchin. ABSENT: Barbara Hixson. CLASS SEVEN FIRST ROW: left 10 right-Susie Bauer, Eunice Davidson, Judy Lingle, Lee Adair, Diddy Srilwell, Ceci Pogue. SECOND ROW: Barbara Hill, Anita King, Ann Ritchey, Betty Benedict, Deedie Der- ringer, Joan Barren. THIRD ROW: Seaied- Cynthia Terrill, Befry Andrews, Margo Frey, Denny Tytus. FOURTH ROW: Margaret Simpson, Francie Gerber, Susan Leonard, Janet Keys, Mar- garet Sadler, Alison Chase, Sallie Drackett. ABSENT: Ann Douglass. 5: GM nus 'mw, EARTH sammme- .. .. AND a ous,mo,mnse- 'DEUJLS m DisemsE , .- J1 j. f A . ; Goo RESf VEIHERRV c-wawmsu. . 1A -.' :. 5., Ex? i .4 wa - . V15-...- . n3. . - 5.1., DISC. Iocxevs VOULEL-UOUS on THE'? Ln Partseme Esr m MORE PONEns To HER my' a... 2:2 , STUDENT COUNCIL ; FIRST ROW: left to righf-Anne Gray, President of Class 8; Glenna A.CLain, Vice- Pres. of Class 8,- Ann Rilchey, Vice Pres. of Class 7. SECOND ROW: Jerry Seybolf, Presideni of Class 'I 1; Patsy Fox, President of Class 12,- Sophia Strubbe, Vice-Pres. of Class 12; Lioyd Daugherty, Vice-Pres. of Cl'ass 11. THIRD ROW: Ann McDowell, President of Class 9; Barbara Knauff, Vice-Pres. of Class 9,- Sally Klein, President of Class 10; Jane Dummer, Vice-Pres. of Class 10. ABSENT: Belly Benedict, President of Class 7, First semester,- Diddy Stilwell, President of Class 7, second semester; Judy Lingle, Vice-Pres. of Class 7, second semesten ML, ANNUAL BOARD Lefl ro right: Holly Humphrey, Art Editor; Susan Avril, Literary Editor; Susan Riggs, Business Manager; Sandra Marni, Editor-in-Chief; Murcia Highlands, Literary Editor; Janie White, Phofography Editor. HTHE TATLER STAFF FIRST ROW: left to right Ann Schmidlapp, Business Manager; Garrie Blaine, Editor; Carolyn Huwe, Assistant Editor. SECOND ROW: Christie Barnard, Feature Editor; Jane Slammer, Assistant Business Manager; Lucky McColmonI, Art Editor; Cecile Drocken, Class Representative,- Helen Pretiyman, Assistant Sports Editor,- Nancy Hogan, Sports Editor. ilk A. A. COUNCIL FIRST ROW: left to right - Mimi LeBlond, Class 8 representative; Judy Huuser, Class 8 representative; Froncie Gerber, Class 7 representative mrsl semesterh Susie Bauer, Ciass 7 representcnive Wurst semesterL SECOND ROW: Barbara McElroy, Class 10 representative; Diane Clark, Class 10 rep- resentative; Louise Knaufr, Class 11 representative; Annie Rittershofer, Secre- tary-Treasurer; Nancy Maescher, Class 9 represenlcmve THIRD ROW: Lucy Howard, Assistant Green Team Cupfuin; Annie Richardson, Green Team Captain; Nancy McCaslin, Council President; Birsy McElroy, Gold Team Captain,- Kena King, Assistant Gold Team Capfuin. ABSENT: Joan Barren and Ann Ritchey, Class 7 representatives Second semesterL I'I rfw, , Hneenma HOCKEQ HM : r, 'a 15? qs moving Hbue P551 69948 602. Q PlCTURESEigi ,'. . - 'r . . x ' ' '7' 7 1. u. 'c; x i 1 ' 5 t, 3 v . : . u ..: 1' , ' . ., x cone. LETS urr OUR HEARTS n4 siuewe Fop. ME skew AND ecu: THE BNWLEJ' Bsaems; L 3 k k. : mu nume- sacs Q's How WWMS THE PATIENT IN ROOM 12 William Darrow was lying quietly in bed under white, antiseptic hospital sheets when he heard a knock upon the gray, freshly-painted door with the number twelve on it. A sharp rap startled him from his reverie and let him know that there was a hand outside knocking on his door. In his mind he saw it, and he marveled at a hand knocking upon a door. For the next few moments there was a silence, and then suddenly the duli-bronze doorknob twisted violently counterclockwise. He knew that the hand was no longer in a fist, but that the fingers were now more spread and parted from each other and were at that moment resting upon, and encircling the doorknob. He wondered how the hand looked and also about the other one. He wondered whether it was clenched or open, whether or not it resembled the other hand on the doorknob. He thus felt an overwhelming curi05ity to see two hands. The catch on the door clicked, and he was surprised to see not one but two pairs of hands as two people entered from the long, white corridor outside. He was fascinated by the hands as they paused for a moment, hanging almost motionless, and then swung briskly into his room. One of the hands hesitated, the fingers plainly undecided, but after a moment it quietly closed the door. As the doctor greeted William and asked how he was, William turned his head a little to the left and looked at two smooth, professional hands with long, steady, dexterous fingers. William answered that he was feeling a little better, and then the doctor expressed his pleasure at Wil- liam's answer and said that it would not be long until he would be allowed to go home. As soon as the doctor had finished his statement, one of those slender professional hands reached out two tapering fingers and a graceful thumb and pulled out a chain until a gold watch popped out of the doctor's watch-pocket. William was fascinated by the way the two fingers and thumb opposed each other and were capable of grasping and holding something as small as a gold watch-chain. The doctor mentioned that his watch had stopped, and William watched the first finger and the thumb gripping the small, ridged winding-knob. He was thrilled to observe the graceful thumb and fingers moving in opposite directions, repeating the rubbing motion again and again Until the spring became tight. As he heard his mother's voice, he watched the slender index Fin- ger and effortless thumb force the gold watch back into the pocket. Though he did not want to take his eyes off those agile flexing fingers, at the sound of his mother's voice he became aware of the other two hands in his room that were small and ex tremely white. William's mother had the crucifix that he had asked her to bring, and as she held it close to him so he could see, she continued to comment on its beauty. But William was.thinking how beautiful His hands were, as he had known they would be. Each slender finger was in per- fect proportion and each was exquisitely molded. The fingers were bent at every ioint, and each tiny crease was flawlessly detailed. Every line on the palm stood out clearly, and he observed that the life-line was particularly long. After his observation, he asked his mother, who was about to put the crucifix on the bureau across the room, to place it on the table next to him. Thus the two howless hands came to rest beside him where he could always look at them, and he knew now that he would never be alone. As William Darrow's mother and the doctor noticed that William was beginning to look tired, they decided it would be better to leave. After they had said good-bye, the dodor opened the door and glanced toward William's mother, whose face was a mask of self-restraint. She hesi- tated and then passed through the door to the corridor beyond. The doctor followed; the catch on the door again clicked. Then William heard his mother's voice from the corridor saying, Isn't it wonderful, Doctor? I don't think he's even felt the loss of his hands! Nancy Miller e Class 12 A NEW ORLEANS LEGEND This tale is based on actual New Orleans folk lore, but in part is imaginary. At twilight every year on the eleventh of June, the historic old French city of New Orleans is bathed in a mystic green light. Some people say it is the ghost of Marie Laveau. Perhaps that is true since she died on that date over a haltc century ago. YOU may Wonder why the ghost of this particular woman chooses to return. Weli, that I can tell you. She returns to seek revenge, for she was the Queen of Voodoo. Ha, you say and stare in unbelief. You do not believe in Voodoo. But before you scoff and laugh in scorn, let me tell my tale. Seventy-five years ago a mother and a daughter who bore the same name, dominated Voo- doo in New Orleans and throughout Louisiana. The name Marie Laveau was one to be feared and still is. The mother was a mixture of French, Negro, and Indian blood. She married Jacques Paris and even though he did not die for several years, she began to call herself the Widow Paris. Marie, the elder, started her career as a hairdresser and in that way picked up much of the city gossip which played no small part in the power she was later to wield over the city. Madame Laveau became one of the queens at the torchlit orgies on St. John's Eve, but she had more than merely the mystic ability to drive her followers insane with fear or exuitation. She had good sense, and she put Voodoo on a paying basis. This tall handsome woman eliminated the rival queens in one way or another. She made the rites on Bayou St. John public, and as a result the ceremonies and her influence on the city grew. She insisted that her people were Christians because she never had bloodudrinking or seething caldrons, but instead she added prayers, incense, and holy water to the ceremonies. No one quite knows when the elder Marie Laveau Paris fatded into the background, but long before she died a younger, equally beautiful and equally feared Marie took her place in Voodoo practice. People have ceased to distinguish between the two. Many legends grew up around the younger Marie. Prominent men and women of the city sought her advice, and naughty children were frightened by terrible stories about her. Marie Laveau died in 1897. Her tomb in Old St. Louis Cemetery bears this inscription, Marie Philome Glapion Paris, Decedee de 11 iuin, 1897. One newspaper said about Madame Laveau, Much evil dies with her, but this announce- ment was premature. The evii has not died yet, for in this year 1953 her grave is covered with hex marks. No one has ever seen anyone scrawl these chalk marks on the tomb. But as often as they are washed off, they appear again. Some say that if one knocks three times on the tomb and asks a favor, it will be granted, if a new hex mark appears. You stili do not believe in Voodoo or in the ghost of the queen of the rites? Well, that is up to you, but still every year on the eleventh of June the old Creole city is bathed in an eerie green light, just after the sun goes down. The ghost of Marie Laveau has once more returnedt Ann McDowell-Class 9 THE ONE-ARMED FISHERMAN In a recent article about Fisher Island, a summer resort, the author thought he selected the ce- lebrities of the island, wrote of them, and pictured them. But in the eyes of most of the island's resorters he left untold the story of the saltiest, most intriguing figure on the island, c1 native by the name of Captain Ed Hedge. None Who has met him will ever forget him. There cure various reasons why: one of them being his appearance, another his voice, and still another the peculiar smell about him. His appearance is rather unusual because he has but one arm,- his other is cut 0H: iust below the shoulder. Yet he is amazingly adept at holding obiects under his stump, iust us you would hold something under your arm. He has twinkling blue eyes and c: ruddy complexion. His one hand is large and tough, yet very skillful. He has in general a rather weathered look about him. His voice is Ct New England twang and he talks o fishermon's lingo. if I made my living on fish, doing everything from catching them to selling them, I suppose i would have an odor of the sec, and he has just that. Captain Ed Hedge is o smail boy's wonder. He does not mind their amazed stares at his shriveled arm; he only laughs and says, Five cents for close inspection. They delight in follow- ing him around, and on occasions hearing 0 yorn of the see. As for me, I have a picture of his post which I made up long ago. Surely his arm was lost fighting for his love. And the tale might have taken place right there, for he told me not long ago that once his ancestors hold owned half of the island. He only wished, I own't a piece of't now. His shop is a small shack which stands beside a rickety pier leading out to his boat. At the end of the pier there is also a coge-Iike thing, in the water, tilled with live lobsters. When you come to pick up your lobsters, he goes down to the cage and gets your order. You may take them home alive or dead, as you like. Different ports of his shop are in difterent degrees of cleanliness, in one corner stands a bucket of fishheods literally swarming with flies. Yet scarcely more than three yards away is the sink, and a clean scrubbed board where Ed in his undershirt is cutting Ct steak from an enormous sword-tish. A hose through the window supplies the only water. There is always a cot rubbing against Ed's legs, or cleaning up odd pieces of fish. His boot, the Dainty Maid , is cu comfortable size, but anything but dainty with her tubslike shape and fishy contents. The boot is for from C! pleosure-croft. If you are unfortunate, and miss the ferry which leaves the island twice a day, Captain Hedge will usually carry you across to the main-Iand for c: nominal fee. It is hardly luxurious for there is no space for sitting unless you go below to the tiny airless cabin, but at least it is trons- portction. His solitary helper is his brother, who appears day after day, notwithstanding the high tem- peratures, in high rubber boots and o grimy flannel shirt. In summer he lives in 0 small green tent. His chief ioy is calling two pet herring gulls, who come wheeling in, screeching ond whin- ing, to catch in mid-oir the bits of fish that their master throws them. How he stands the smell of his surroundings is the wonder of many, but he seems to survive along with his high rubber boots. Captain Hedge is as honest as they come, and equally faithful and regular. You can be con- fident that if he ever promises to do something for you, anything from filling your order of fish to hauling your boat over to the mainland after you have left for the summer, it will be done. True, Ed Hedge was not in the article I mentioned before, but I am sure its author would be surprised to know that all the wealthy notables he mentioned rely solely on Ed Hedge for their sea-food. In his shock you can clearly see the orders of the DuPonts, Rockefellers, and Firestone: printed in block crayon on paper bags, tacked on the wall. Naomi Tucker - Class 8 CHILDHOOD REVERIES Early darknessethe hour when all small children begin to dream and wish. A little girl just turned six sleepily stumbles into bed. Her head, a mass of golden curls, tolls drowsily on the pil- low, but she lets her mind fill with dreams before she falls to sleep. Tomorrow is the big day in her life. Tomorrow and thereafter she will have some real importance, because tomorrow is her first clay at school. She thinks of the new dress on the choir beside her bed and the shiny new shoes both of which just a week ago she and her mother bought for this all-important occasion. She wonders what all the other children will be like, and she pictures herself the center of atten- tion, the star of the class, the leader of the games, admired and praised by all. Then suddenly the dream bursts, and for one short frightening moment she sees herself alone, excluded from all the fun. Quickly she pushes the unhappy thoughts from her mind and tries to recapture the icy of the former scenet Once more she is surrounded by approving children, but somehow the for- mer guiety and excitement are missing. She hopes with all her heart that the children will like her and with one last wish falls to sleep. God bless you, Sandman! The same droWSy hour, some other day, some other house, some other child. A little girl jumps goily into bed eager for the dark hours to pass quickly and bring the next ioyful daye Christmas. She buries her face in the pillow,- her stubby pigtails stick straight into the darkness. She sees her empty stocking carefully hung by the fireplace Filled with candy canes and curious odd-shaped packages. She sees a tree sparkling with lights and ornaments surrounded by big and little boxes tied with gay ribbons. She sees 21 jolly Santa dressed in red from head to toe mysteriously disappearing to the silvery tones of sleigh bells. As she tears off the wrappings, she finds a big, beautiful, golden-heired, blue-eyecl doll, o furry teddy bear, a shiny sled the biggest and fastest in the neighborhood. A horrible thought flashes across her minded stocking by the Fireplace still empty, a dismal tree with no mystifying parcels. She remembers her mother's warn- ings that Santa rewards only good children. Just yesterday she had slapped her little brother and a few days before had taken his toy soldier from him. Oh, but remember all the times she had helped her mother; would they be enough? With effort she turns her thoughts to the big Christmas dinnerethe turkey, the plum pudding and all the trimmings. She starts to sob uncontrollably into her pillow, but soon she falls to sleep hoPing for a merry Christmas. God bless you, Sandman! Once more this same dreamy hour, another day, another house, another chilclE A small boy unwillingly crawls between his sheets sure that he will never go to sleep. He has iust come from a Hallowe'en party. Slung carelessly over a nearby chair lie the remains of a pirate costume-u rumpled shirt, dirty jeans, a cardboard sword, and a black eye patch. His bed feels better them he thought it would. Perhaps the excitement has made him drowsy, perhaps he ate a little too much candy and a few too many cookies. His eyelids close heavily and through his mind dance pictures of what the other boys and girls looked like and the games they had played. Suddenly, his blue eyes open wide. They pierce the shadowy darkness and scan each object. Bits of ghost and horror stories fill his mind. In each chcxir he sees some monster, each shadow c1 lurking figure; He quickly pulls the covers over his head wishing his mother had left a light in the hall. He struggles to bring back the happier memories of bobbing tor apples, the scowling iack-ohlantern he carved. Gradu- ally, his eyelids become heavier and heavier, and finally still wary of the surrounding blackness, he falls to sleep. God bless you, Sandman! Louise Jacobs - Class 12 n. DISASTER The sea roars! It lashes out in every conceivable direction. The wind is a steady scream! It blows almost too hard for the men to stand against. They work frantically piling sand bags and more sand bags upon the straining dike. There is a small gap . . . filled up. Another . . . filled up also. But the men realize that it cannot go on that way. The bags diminish and with them, hope. Each knOWS that when it breaks . . .; he dares think no farther. Away off down the line the bags are gone and a hole starts to eat its way through. The men tear OFF their coats and stuff them in it . . . useless. It grOWs rapidly as the men watch in mute horror . . . With a sicken- ing roar, the sea rushes landward, devouring everything in its path, and leaving . . . devasta- Iion. Julie Snow - Class 10 ON A MYSTERIOUS FRIEND One evening as I gleerIIy stepped into my warm relaxing shower, I discovered on the wall a tiny speck which had not been there the night before. When I examined it more carefully, I found it to be dark green and rather furry. So I unknowingly decided that it was some kind of mold. I do not know why, maybe because I was afraid to touch it, and maybe because it was just fate, but I left that parasite on the waII and continued with my shower. For several successive evenings when I iumped into my shower, there it was in the same place never making any movement whatsoever. Then on about the fifth day of its presence came the inevitable. It started to move up the wall, millimeter by millimeter, going where? I have no idea. At first I looked on horrified and could not believe that my Thanphytian friend had turned out to be a monster of the animal king- doms I stood petrified for a moment, and then all my reflexes simultaneously told me to eradicate my enemy. I immediately filled my hands with water and threw it at the wall to wash my enemy down the drain, because the last thing I coud bear would be to have it come in contact with any part of my body. I succeeded in removing him as far as the bottom of the wall, and as if by des- tiny again, I did not continue to wash him down the drain, my original scheme, but left him where he was, thinking he was thoroughly drowned. With a sigh of relief I finished my shower and climbed into bed, feeling as triumphant as the hunter who kills a wild boar after a day-Iong chase. Once again, man had conquered beast. However, little aid I know what awaited me as I stepped into the shower the next night, hav- ing compietely forgotten the entire incident. There on the wall in the exact pIace he had been when I first laid eyes upon him was the thing . Astounded by the miraculous recovery of the tiny creature, I decided that there must be something of the supernatural in him, and so as he was not doing any harm, I resolved to leave him to his pleasures. About a week went by and each evening during my shower, I enjoyed the company of an intruder upon my privacy. I really began to feel quite a warmth towards him, in one sense of the word, and the first few minutes of my shower were always devoted to watching him move about on the wall. Then one sad night a few days ago I was about to engage in this very activity of observing him out on his evening walk, but as I Iooked for the now very familiar spot on the wall, I found nothing, Quickly I examined every inch of the four walls, trying vainly to discover my friend. However, he was nowhere in sight, and since then he has not reappeared. I have, therefore, given Up hope for his return, and to tell the truth I miss him. A shower is just a shower once more with no added attraction to break the monotony. Where my friend came from and where he went I shall never know, but I can tell you he was an addition to my Iife while he lasted. Nancy McElroy e Class 12 ON SOME CHARMING COMPANIONS When someone asks me if I have a clog or a cat, I answer, No, I haven't, That is not exactly true, for I have been raising a family of stuftecl animals. Through the years these pets have ac- quired varied and interesting personalities. Two of the most contrasting figures are Edward, a small, but rowdy, brown and yellow bear, and Cuddles; a petite white kitten. Edward, who is named after the beloved hero of the A. At Milne series of Winnie the Pooh, was given to me when I was two months old. At that time I did not foresee what a mischiefmaker he would become. As I grew older, Edward's personality clearly became evident. At his fictitious age of three he had an insatiable curiosity which invariably led him into disastrous adventure. For example, one day he planned to investigate the plant life at the bottom of the lake. Luckily, Edwards's older brother, Dumbo, the flying elephant, was in the vicinity and heard the frantic cries of the drowning bear. Dumbo swooped clown from the heavens and rescued the dripping form. Cuddles was introduced into the family on Christmas when I was four. Soon she became all I had ever hoped to be, a young lady full of refinement, sympathy, obedience, intelligence, and politeness. lncessantly doing favors for the neighbors, Cuddles stayed on amicable terms with them and Was often Edward's salvation when his innocent pranks resulted in the usual calamity. Dumbo, since his arrival nine years ago, has been a favorite of our household. Dumbo is unique because he looks very little like the elephant he is supposed to be. He has the oversized ears of the famous Disney character, and retains a typical elephant's trunk, but that is as far as the resemblance goes. His legs sprawl out in front of him and his head is held upright as he sits erectly on that part of the anatomy where his tail should be, but is not. Dumbo is a sympathetic fellow of about eleven, although he is sometimes a bit younger, and has the extraordinary abil- ity to accomplish daring feats of aeronautics. His main task in the family is to protect his brothers and sisters from the neighborhood gang, and to come to the rescue when needed. Wee White Teddy was the companion of Goldilocks, the familiar story-book doll. When she took a bad spill cracking into a thousand pieces,'Teddy was left an orphan. Being only two inches tall, he was lost in the shuttle of moving. When we unpacked our impedimenta, there was no sign of him. After hours of searching we found something that looked like his black plastic eye, which made us certain that something serious had happened to him. At long last, in the most remote corner of a trunk, staring up at me with one eye, was my missing, fuzzy, white, pas lar bear, wearing a neck scarf of ermine. After a delicate gluing operation, Wee White Teddy was placed in a jewelry box, where he would remain safe and sound until another moving day when he would undoubtedly be misplaced again. Cuddles, Edward, Dumbo and Wee White Teddy are iust four of a large and happy family. When I am playing with all of them, they are like the cast of a play, each speaking his lines with the voice especially created for him. Each animal always stays in character no matter what part he plays in the innumerable, imaginative stories in which he appears. I Some ot their best performances were given on summer evenings when my friend next door and I put on playlets and operettas from our bedroom windows which faced each other. The window frame provided a readyvmade stage with a roller shade which could be drawn between acts. The props for these adventures were simple but eHective. A lamp with its shade removed became a spotlight and my radio played dance music. A table drawn up to the window sill Igave ample room for even the most cumbersome animal to perform with agility. The costumes usually consisted of a variety of scarves, handkerchiefs, pins, belts and an occasional custom- made suit or dress. All in order, the spotlight was turned on and the fun began. Every charac- ter in turn would glide onto the stage and sing, dartce, or recite to the music heard on the radio. lnevitobly, the announcer would chime in during a performance and change the quiet, serene ballad into the jazz of the century. The animal would quickly bow and dash to the wings of the stage, very embarrassed. No telling how long these gala affairs would have continued but for the intervention of my friend's mother who abiected to her daughter's hanging out the window in an effort to hear all that was going on. My animals have given me more hours of pleasure than any hobby I have ever had. Your animals will too, if you let them. Jone Dummer e Class TO UNCLE FREDDY It was five years ago last Christmas that Uncle Freddy came to live with us. He was born in North Bend, Ohio, and had lived there all of his clays, having not once left the street Upon which he was born. He had grown to love the people with whom he lived and it was not surprising that the change to an entirely new family and new surroundings would be hard. Mother had hoped to bring him home on Christmas Eve, and she had already bought a stocking of suitable gifts for him. She had been cautioned, however, to avoid too much excitement and to let him grow accustomecl to us gradually. In addition to this, she was also infarmed that he was on a diet, almost like that of a baby, and we must not give him any sweets, no matter how longingly he gazed upon the candy canes and other goodies. Finally, after many telephone calls to and from North Bend, Mother was told she could come for Uncle Freddy, and as the clay was terribly cold, she took along a warm laprobe and a few biscuits in case he might become weak on the trip back. She decided to return by the quickest route across the Ohio River at Anderson's Ferry, but that proved to be a mistake, as even the slight movement of the little boat caused him to be via- lently seasick. I Finally they arrived late on the afternoon of Christmas Eve and my first glimpse of Uncle Freddy was indeed a shock. He was very small with enormous ears that looked much too big for his body. He walked slowly and I could see that his knees were badly bent and knobby. His colt Iar was much too large for his neck and all of the skin around his throat hung in loose folds. There were deep circles under his eyes and I thought I had never seen such sad and mournful eyes. The house was warm and quiet and after a bewildered look around, he crawled to a place before the open fire and sank clown wearily. Quietly we left the room, to return soon with some warm milk, for we felt that he was tired and a rest would be good for him. We were right, be- cause when we returned, he was fast asleep, and it was only then that we noticed his red necktie and a tag that read, Merry Christmas to Alex and Lucy. I am Uncle Freddy, your new Bassett hound. lucy Howard - Class 9 A TRUE EVER-READY EXPERiENCE The day was December 9, 1952. The time by our electric clock was 7:10 P.M. It was thunder- ing and lightning. l was doing my homework when, bang! the lights went oft. Gina, my collie puppy, was last seen scurrying for protection under our sofa. The lights stayed 0H: for ten minutes, . . .twenty minutes. Finally, we were in darkness for three quarters of an hour. We had candles. Yes, yet I was quite desperate. Why? I had a tremen- dous assignment. I had to learn four Christmas Carols for a Miracle Play at school . We'were to have a test on them the next day. Ifl did not know them, the result would be A Failure on my coming graph! After feeling my way around the house, I came across-my flashlight! A last resort! I turned it on to see if it would work. It did! But I was not satisfied. I opened to see what batteries were in it. My answer, Ever-Readies, the batteries with nine lives! I curled up in a chair to study. Two songs had been learned, Adeste Fideles and The Boar's Head Carol, the two hardest. Would my batteries last? I wondered, looking at my flash- light trustingly. Another hour passed. I learned my third and fourth songs, thanks to my EVER-READIES, THE BATTERIES WITH NINE LIVES. Diddy Stilwell e Class 7 Jl' FOUR FIND FUN AND FORTUNE It was a late evening in the latter part of June. Ever since Marge could remember, her family had spent summer vacations at Clover Lake in Michigan. Another summer had rolled around, and after she had completed her packing in the anticipation of another eventful vacation, she was try- ing to fall asleep with the aid of the familiar hit songs coming from her bedside radio. Without realizing it, she began to recall previous summers, especially last year's . . . One afternoon while she, her neighbor, Janie, and two boys who lived near them were saun- tering down the road on the north shore of Clover Lake, so-called for its shape, Janie asked the others, Doesnft that sprawling gray shingle home on the left intrigue you and at the same time make you kinda uneasy? From a distance the exterior reminds me of any other large cottage on the lake, but I've heard, you know, that it's really weird . . . quite a few odd tales about the proprietor, Dr. Harper, too. The group walked on without saying a word. Then Bob, who always seemed to know ev- erything, added, When I was over at the boat house one clay, I heard old Jed telling about the doctor. It seems the old doc was really eccentric. That was even before he was taken to some mental institution a couple of years before he died. ltls said that he and his servant hid a fortune somewhere on the property of this very summer home. Since the doctor wouldn't spill a word about where his money was, and the servant was fatally burned during the fire in the servants quarters, which were over there on the right, not a soul knows where to look for it. Mercenary relatives have come occasionally to try to discover it, but no luck! Hey, the others chimed in, what are we waiting for? Let's look around ourselves. We can swim or fish any day, but we can't try to locate a hidden fortune! As the enthusiastic four passed through the heavy iron gate and cautiously walked towards the house, they noticed a cold-looking statue of atGerman Shepherd dog. However, at that par- ticular moment, this did not pique their cariesity. First, they peered through the screens of the porch. In dismay Marge exclaimed, Why, I've never seen or heard of anything like this before. It reminds me of a mystic's room. Look at those chairs and tables covered with animal horns . . . and that one black chair with a silver globe surrounded by painted stars partially imbedded in the top of it. How could anyone possibly stand to live with that stuff? Since the porch was so intriguing, it was unanimously decided to continue the investigation. The other furnishings of this deserted structure, as seen through the dingy windows, contrasted sharply with the fascinating sight they had iust encountered. There in a massive living room were rich gold brocade drapes, an Oriental rug, an ebony table with mother-of-pearl inlay, and other baroque furniture. After having glanced around the household and seen its oddities, the four pondered where to begin the search for the hidden fortune. The four Sherlock Holmeses decided on the boot house directly across the road. Listen, Dick, the other fellow said, what's that story about a tunnel being under the road from the main house to the boat house? Maybe our prize is hidden some- where in there. Not finding access to the tunnel from the big house, they proceeded to the boat house. After entering the dirty dark storage house, they were dumbfounded to see the tunnel. Whatls stop- ping us? Let's go! Bob shouted. What's stopping us? Let's go! the echo came back as though it were luring them into the tunnel. Marge, being practical, nervously reminded the extremely anxious boys, We started out in search of a fortune, not a long-forgotten tunnel. Remember? However, their minute search in the boat house disclosed nothing. Janie broke the disap- pointed silence, I guess we should have listened to you in the first place, Bob. We should have realized that the riches are NEVER found at the first attempt. It was decided that if they would hurry through the damp, dark, and dreary passageway. there would be probably just enough time to glance through the house before dinner. No luck in there, one said, as they blinkingly emerged into a musty old basement. Gosh, why does weather change so quickly here? one of the girls mumbled. It was sunny when we started out but looks as though we're in for 0 real storm now. Look how r0ugh it is on the lake. Whitecops all over, especially near the island. Oh, oh, winds from the West, Dick commented. That's always a certain sign of a heavy downpour. We'd better not take the time to go through the house. I'm not so sure it's a good idea anyway. Wait a minute, Bob called, while crossing in front of the house. Why would anyone have a statue of a dog in the front yard of a summer home? Don't be silly, Janie mockingly replied. If you really think the money could be in that ce- N ment canine, you're . . . Well, just explain the crock which has been cemented between the head and the body of this creature. This is almost too much of o clue to be true, Bob reported. Don't just stand there goggle-eyed, Marge asserted. Do something! All of a sudden, Dick, who had not been missed by the excited other three, reappeared. Here's a hammer I found at the old barn at the end of that overgrown path over there. Try it. Between flashes of lightning and under the first raindrops, the head was severed from the body of the statue. Good heavens, look! the overjoyed discoverer exclaimed. There must be 0 MILLION in here! The girls, more concerned that the perfect contour of their hair would be utterly ruined by the peltering rain, together ordered, Grab it and let's beat it. We're being drenched to the skin. Huddled over a table in front of the open fireplace of Marge's cottage, the triumphant four were eagerly counting the money. You know, Marge said, I guess the name Clover Lake will have more significance for us after this. Not only does the name stand for the shape of the lake, but also, at least for us, luck! I hate to interrupt you Marge, Dick reluctantly inserted, but I hope you have realized that this isn't ours to keep. That is unless you want to take the chance of being discovered and then spend the rest of your life in jail! We'll have to drive into town with it tomorrow. Soy, Bob, how much did you say was there? . . . One hundred thousand dollars! Now I know Harper wasn't sane. Just think, concealing that amount in a place where it might never have been found! Well, in town we'll have to look up the lawyer for this case and tell him about our discovery. Since we were lucky enough to hit upon it, let's hoPe we'll be rewarded. Some extra ready money would come in handy to us all in college next year, righto? Following the satisfaction of recalling the above, Marge finally dozed oft wondering if this summer could possibly be as thrilling as the previous one; or would it iust be a barrel of fun with swimming, sailing races, water skiing, and parties . . . z-z-z. Marcia Highlands e Class 12 A REAL SATISFACTION Have you ever stood on the top of a large mountain and looked on the wondrous beauties of nature? This was my experience last summer. After a long and strenuous hike up the difficult trail, we reached our goal, the satisfaction of such a trip. With a cooling breeze blowing gently against our cheeks, we gazed in silence at the unbe- lievable sight before us. In every direction our eyes met a new and exciting scene and design. The mountains, clothed in blankets of varying greens, cast darker shadows which made strange patterns. Dabs of brown, purple, blue, red, and yellow added variety to the bewitching view. The majestic slopes rose, fell, and multiplied in continual ridges to the horizon. Weaving among the valleys and forests was a beautiful lake. It was a deep blue, and sparkling clear. The water danced and tinkled from the reflections of the sun. The sky was a clear blue, patched only by flutty white clouds which drifted serenely across the heavens. Looking over the miles and miles of in- spiring landscape gave a deep satisfaction which I will always feel. Louise Atkins e Class 9 A PRUDENT PARODY topologies to Ebenezer Cobhom Brewer, author of Little Thingst Little bits of paper, Little wisps of dust, Make my room the mess it is, And cleaning up a must. A little bit of sorting, And a little bit of time Make my room rejuvenated, And a place sublime. Barbara Knauft - Class 9 ON FIRST TAKING A STEAM BATH, FINNISH STYLE At different times in my life I had heard of Finnish steam baths, although my conception of them was rather vague. All I knew was that someone took a very hot bath and then jumped into the snow. This, to my way of thinking, was ridiculous, especially since I do not like sudden changes from hot to cold. I spent part of this past summer on a lake in Canada where there is a large colony of Finns. Their custom of taking steam baths has been borrowed by most of the inhabitants of the lake. People show off their baths with great pride. These littIe rooms have three tiers of bleachers on one side; in front but very near them is a stove which is made from two old oil drums. One drum is filIed with stones and has a place to build a fire under it; the other is filled with water. Copper coils run from the water barrel, throughtthe stones and back again. A large barrel, at the other side of the room, contains ice-cold water. Taking a steam bath is a social custom with the Finns. They invite their friends to join them and make a party out of it. I was invited to one such party and accepted with mixed feelings of trepidation and curiosity. Many hours before the time, a fire was built under the barrel of stones. The little room become hot, then hotter, hotter, and hotter. Once when I dared glance through the peephole at the thermometer, it read 1205. Just the prospect of entering such heat made me feel faint. As I have said before, I have an aversion to extreme temperatures. With a trembling voice I asked my host, Will it be hotter still? Of course, he answered, It goes up to 1702 200 or higherl 1705, 2002 oh! I had visions of being parboiled, steamed as though I were a vegetable. Why, oh why did I ever let myself in for this? I kept wondering. . . As I was changing into my bathing suit, one of the other guests explained the procedure to me. I was to sit in the room until I grew warm, then someone would pour water on the hot stones. Steam rose at once. Then I had visions of sitting in a steam-filled room and being steamed like fruit until my skin peeled off. At last our host onnouncedlthat the bath was ready. We ladies went in first. I trembled. Cautiously, I entered and sat on the bottom bench where it was warm. To my surprise I did not suFFer from the heat at all. In fact, it was merely pleasantly warm. Up to the next bench I moved, then finally to the t0p where it was the hottest. Someone then poured the water on the stones. No clouds of steam! Disappointed, I was just ready to mention this lack of steam when a heat wave hit me. I saw no steam, but I could surely feel it. Perspiration began to roll oh: my body. For about half an hour I sat talking with the others and enjoying the experience. After the scoping come the part I dreaded most, having the ice-cold water poured over me. Bravely, like a martyr, I stepped up. Splash! The water went all over me. I felt nothing but relief from the intense heat. Out of the room I stepped. The ordeal was over. Ordealll did I say? Actually, it turned out to be none at all. I had heard that it would be enioyable, but did not believe that possible. Never before in my life had I felt so refreshed, so clean, and so invigorated. I also discovered that the sunburn which I had no longer hurt, and my mosquito bites no longer itched. The Finnish people claim that a steam bath cures almost any- thing, including colds. I am now a firm convert. Kitty Crone - Class 12 THEY'RE ALL ALIKE North, East, South, or West, wherever one goes people are very mach alike in their likes and dislikes and thoughts. When one is traveling, once one says helloII to a stranger and engages her in a conversation, even if it concerns the weather, one is likely to find her friendly. Last summer I experienced this discovery 0 number of times as I traveled as a Girl Scout. We met many more people than the average tourist because Girl Scouting is an international program. The boat was the first meeting place, and believe me when the majority of the passengers are traveling on the seas for the first time, friends are essential! At the first breakfast the absence of fellow passens gers was quite conspicuous, and a lonely Smith College student said fresh air was the sure cure for mal de mer . In a few minutes we were busy chasing the wind-blown ping pong ball about the tilting upper deck. Having given Up the game, we found some chairs and settled down to talking. The next day about six of us Scouts met some iolly Dutch people, and when the conversa- tion lulled, one of us asked about the popular song hits and singers. Doris Day, we learned, was the most popular singer. At once some of her songs came to our minds, and we all ioined in sing- ing in Dutch and English. As our friends did not speak English too well, we tried our tongues at the Dutch language! What a surprise for us and amusement for them. Rhythm was another to- vorite game. On the more serious side we learned of the hard work clone in Holland after the war and the narrow escapes some experienced. The minute we left the boat we realized iust how friendly those of other lands are and that actually they are much like us in ever so many ways. Let me not rush to conclusions, for I then had nine countries through which to travel. Switzerland, the most beautiful country we visited, oftered us more experience with new friends, as Adelboclen is the home of Our Chalet where Scouts from every country are more than welcome. Ten countries were represented during our stay. We all hiked into the mountain, to see cheese-makers hard at Work. Each morning We did our duties to tidy the house which we occupied together for ten days. In work and play I found we all had similar likes and dislikes; most of us liked to sleep late and talk into the wee hours. On Sundays we had small religious services called Guides' Own . The prayers were said in various languages, but the idea was the same. Every morning we saluted to the same flag, the World Flag, and we all sang our Interga- tional Song. In Holland we camped with Guides for the first time in tents. We soon learned how careful and conservative the peeple of war-tarn countries must be. They proved real endurance on a bi- cycle trip of fifteen miles to a quaint Dutch village. After traveling through some of their cities we knew the Dutch were the most ambitious, brave and fun-loving of any people we had met or were to meet later. Although the Dutch are not good singers, mainly because they have little time, they spent much time listening to our Negro spirituals and ditties, and after a lot of practice we learned a short song in Dutch. They were much pleased with our eltort because their language is a difficult one. In Wales we met the girls with whom we had been corresponding for four years. It was rain- ing when we arrived and the girls, most of whom were two or three years younger, had already set up tents for us. We swam, hiked and shopped together as though we had been pals all our short lives. As we soon learned, the Englishman has a fine and keen sense of humor. There, as in the other countries, the girls were most eager for American pen pals. Everyone wants friendship no matter what age, race, color or creed she may be. In Germany a girl came up to a table where I was sitting and said she was a Girl Guide and with an exchange group. Had we not worn our uniforms, we never would have met the charming Guide. She and I are writing now, though not often, as she knows little English and I know no German. She said we were the first Americans she had met, and she wanted so much to write to someone here. One cannot exaggerate how courageous the people are, for, in spite of the war ruins sur- rounding them, they still keep a bright and cheery smile for all, including former foes. They are happy to be alive. Patience is needed by all to understand others' problems and their varied ways of life. To me the saddest thing is to think I may never again see the wonderful, kind- hearted people who were so hospitable and charming to me, a stranger who suddenly came and was gone iust as quickly. Remember, no matter where we may travel near or far, the friends we meet are all alike in many respects, and only understanding, patience, and friendship will gain the confidence of a stranger. Suzanne Pattison -- Class 12 .33.: 1.3;;a - ilui u Juing. SPRING When Springtime tiptoes out our way With crocuses cmd buds of May, She teaches fledglings how to sing, And puts soft color in each wing. Green mosses creep upon the hill, And frenzied bees all drink their filI,- When Springtime tiptoes out our way, Her touch is soft; her ways are gay. Meunne Mashburne-Cluss 8 LIFE: LOVE: FAITH Life and death, Love and hate, And all degrees between, Are like so many seeds we sow And harvests that we glean. Faith in man, Faith in God, And faith through toil and strife, Are like our pulsing veins and heart, And vital in this life. . Helen Herzog-Cluss H A STORM A storm is coming. The pale yellow moon slips behind the graying clouds; All run into worm houses to escape the dreary night; Slowly the clouds thicken and form a sort of blanket; The trees sway to and fro from the force of a sudden wind,- In the distance rolling thunder is faintly heard,- Again and again the booming noise repeats, Each time growing louder and nearer, The few remaining stars reflect their light on the fine ruin, Making it look like thin streaks of silver falling from the sky; Loud crashes of thunder roll across the sky After which streaks of blinding lightning cut through the clouds; The wind slightly lessens but continues to rage on through the night; Driving sheets of rain beat against the houses and trees. Bringing fear to those sheltered there; A storm is here. The shrill song of a bird echoes through the sudden quiet; Wet leaves and grass make the earth a glittering fairyland; Windows are thrOWn Open to let in the sweet smell of fresh grass; The sun chases the gray away, and the sky becomes a lovely blue; Again the earth is peaceful. A storm is over. Judy Hausere-eCluss 8 ON RELATIVES l have no complicated family tree. There are no famous branches, but there certainly is variety. By stooped grandfather and vociferous nieces among the immediate connections, I am battered about and kept hopping. Almost without reservation, however, I can sincerely say that i love them all. A relative is a person connected by consanguinity or affinity. This is a prize ex- ample of understatement. I know from trying experiences that relatives are connected to this family by more ties than blood. They are wild about visiting. At any hour a beaming and fa- miliar face may appear when I expectantly throw open the front door. I do not mean to imply that an aunt, a sister, or an out-of-town cousin is not perfectly charming, but rather, not too unique. I should like to dwell a moment upon sisterhood, the fine art of borrowing and impasing. l have found that when onels sisters are married and live away from home, they are often seen on the premises and are responsible for most of the telephone annoyance. At first, when I chanced to pick up the fateful receiver, I heard, How long do pork chops take? or Does the laundress have too much ironing this week? Somewhat later, both young ladies began panicky maternalt pleas such as, Do ask Mother what the vicious looking red spots could possibly be on the baby's wristl'l This was such 'fun in the beginning, the very beginning. I used to like to brave going to dinner at a sister's tiny apartment, to smile tolerantly whileleating burned Vegetables, and then to wait ten minutes for the meat to finish cooking. And then, all at once the novelty wore off, hunger prevailed, and I declined invitations. I do not blame Alexander Graham Bell and his noisy communication for the fact that I am submitted to repeated recitations of Mother's name and those of both sisters before a surprised voice exclaims, Oh, this iust must be the little one . At first I charged this at? to old age, but it was soon made clear that these rather witless individuals were friends of Mother and hence not old. I shall venture no farther onto explosive maternal territory. It was not long before the aunts decided that I was sizeable and strange enough to help. After sixteen, errands, but before that age I was car-washer, scrubber, and moving man. Such gross misrepresentations of visits failed completely to disturb the portly matrons whose philoso- phy, however unsound, was that a niece exists for her aunt's use'l before she grows old enough to refuse gracefully and effectively. One adorable aunt carefully locks up everything including drawers inside. That accomplished, she locks up the keys in ditterent choice spots. This leaves as many keys to handle and makes everything twice as hard, but if such is her pleasure . . . This lovely little lady relates neighborhood gossip exactly as depicted in clever cartoons, and each diet gains an average of tour pounds. lmust add that I have never known such a happily married woman. The most recent edition of the family newspaper came out in February of 1953. This par- ticular extra featured the third niece. Henceforth, for the sake of expediency, I shall refer to these diminutive angels as Number One, Number Two, and Number Three. First, the subject of coit'fure is fascinating in each case. Number One has blonde curls, Number Two has fierce por- cupine quills of a jet black extending in all directions, and Number Three is bald. In age, One is almost two, Two is three months old, and Three is one month old. My most serious mistake in seventeen years was the manifestation of interest in child care. I was thoughtfully tanht and since have had much experience. It saves fifty cents an hour, for who would dream of paying a mere sister? While Numbers Two and Three are at the heavenly eat, sleep, and sometimes cry stage, Number One is active, obnoxious, nosey, and noisy. From the beginning of her short life, One has had some strange passion for venting all furor on me. Regardless of the perpetrator of punishment, I am the victim of revenge. At various times I have been bitten through a sweater or blue ieans, had my hair thinned out, and have experienced the sensation of a plow down my cheeks. Always the very next instant the little monster is the picture of affection with a warm smile and a huge hug. I now have the situation in hand and find, after other attempts, that if I wildly start to cry I can provoke a careless, I sorry . When bathing the smooth pink nymph, I am exposed to flying waves while trying to save my charge as she swims toward the drain. Sum- mer brings renewed speedboat driving lessons. Bright brown eyes glare at the blue depths from under a yachting cap as a tiny hand intermittently steers a racing boat and blows its horn. My old bedroom is now a nursery. With only one crib to be found, the trio must rotate. This was J; 3.5e1it . a. Aggie. my pleased observation. However, tiny babies can be Ieft on beds if surrounded by pillows as they move very little. Isn't that grand? Histcry is repeating itself with deadly accuracy thus far in our house. As my new room is right next door to the totekingdom, the beds happen to be head to-head through an amazingly inefficient wall. It is not strange that I should be awakened, but an alien snapping sound frightened me during the wee hours several months ago. I loathe be- ing abruptly recalled to consciousness, but most of all dislike being ignorant of the cause I sat Up, poised and listening. It continued complete with flashes of light and short tunes in gibberish. I cautiously slipped out of bed and inched along the icy hall. As I threw open the door, there stood a touseled Number One on top of a dismembered clown and tubby teddy. A straining arm and plump finger toiled at the switch. How clever! A bit more about One before closing is necessary. She is excellent about going to strangers, but soon makes the eager infant-Iover quite miserable by leaning far back and fixing an icy stare upon her captor's nose. While the gay experiences aboard the fabulous ship of kin far outdistance the others, they are perhaps not very singular. I am not dissatished, iust weary. Patsy Foxe Class 12 DEBUT The country club glowed with lights as the car stopped before the entrance. She opened the car door and stepped out, taking care to keep the skirts of her first formal from brushing the ground. Holding the rustling taffeta high, she climbed the steps, a wonderful sensation of ex- citement tand a touch of feari clutching at her heart. That night marked the climax of weeks of happy anticipation which had begun with the arrival of an unexpected invitation. You are in- vited . . . a formal dance. She remembered the rush to make over her older sister's outgrown dress and the pride in her fatherls eyes as he told her, llYou'll be the belle of the ball. She smiled to hersehc and pushed open the door. Inside, giggling, weII-scrubbed girls clustered together, pretending to ignore the seIf-con- scious and uncomfortable boys, so conspicuous in brandrnew blue suits and gleaming black shoes. She nodded a greeting to her friends and went as quickly as possible tn the powder room. Slip- ping out of her coat, she went to the mirror and surveyed herself from head to toe. She deplored the uninteresting dull brown color of her hair, but it was fresh and clean and nicely curled. Her eyes were deep blue, even beautiful, she had been told, but directly beneath her eyes was the hated pug nase, generously scattered with freckles which she had tried in vain to conceal under a thin coating of powder. Her sister's dress did not quite fit, and the boat neckline made her thin shoulders look even thinner, but the gay rustle of the tafteta and the bright sparkle of her silver slippers gave her a warm glow of confidence. At'ter adding a touch to the very, very light Iip- stick, she went out to ioin her friends. The girls were still in tight clusters, giggling as before. Silly, she thought, Silly to act so Jr'ooIish in front of those boys who are the same ones we see at school every day. she joined the group so as not to be thought different . Nevertheless, Soon a solicitous hostess hurried over and hustled the little groups into the ballroom. To young eyes it looked like an enchanted fairyland. Giant clusters of balloons were suspended from the ceiling, and loops of gay crepe paper adorned the walls. As the orchestra began the first soft strains of Stardust , shy and embarrassed young gentlemen came up to claim their partners. One by one she saw the girIs go happily off to dance. First the very pretty ones were taken, then the plainer ones. Soon there were only two left besides herself. The first was thin ahd pale and reminded her of a rabbit about to Flee. The second was fat and wore thick glasses. She knew them both slightly, and neither had appealed to her at school. Yet now she felt a sort of bond drawing her to them. She reaIized to her terror that she, like them, was a member of the feared group known as the Wallflowers. They sat down together and began to talk, trying desperately to pretend they didn't care but knowing they were fooling no one, least of all themselves. She talked tilI her throat was dry; she smiled tiII her mouth hurt from smiling. She watched the pale thin girl 90 OH with a pale thin boy, leaving only her and the fat girl with glasses. They seemed to realize that the masquerade was useless and sat silent, miserable. There were forty-three balloons in the big bunch in the middle of the ceiling. Sixty-two chairs stood around the walls. Fifteen girls wore pink dresses and nine wore white. The orches- tra leader had five buttons on his coat. There were twenty-two panels on the side walls and thir- teen across each end. Soon there was nothing left to count, so she stood up and wandered over to the punch bowl. She took a glc255 of punch and sipped it as slowly as possible. When it was gone, she nibbled on a cookie, then turned and went back to her chair. She did dance once, in a shoe dance. Her shoe was found by the handsomest boy at the party He slipped it on her foot, then looked up at her. She could feel a hot flush creeping up be- neath the freckles. Well. c'mon, he said roughly, and she stood up awkwardly, her hands feel- ing like ice. She racked her brains to think of something clever to say, but all that came out was, Isn't the orchestra good? He answered, Yes. That was all. The rest of the dance was spent in silence, and she was flooded with a feeling of relief when he said, Excuse me, and she could return to her chair. What can be the matter with me? she wondered. Everyone said I looked nice . . . But that's all they said. They didn't say pretty , or llbeautiful , or lovely . Just nice. Nice means neat and welI-scrubbed. They must have been thinking, Poor thing, so homely . She felt her lower lip quiver and had to bite it hard to hold back the tears. At last she heard the tune of Good Night Sweetheart and it was over. Her first formal dance was a thing of the past. She ran to get her coat and hurried from the hot brightness of the country club to the cool, comforting darkness of the driveway. In the car on the way home the other girls chatterecl gaily about the fun of the evening. She sat quietly in a corner and said nothing. Once someone asked her, Did you have a good time? She murmured something, and her questioner was satisfied. She opened the front door and walked in. Her parents had guests in the living room, and there was sudden silence as she entered. One of the women spoke. Hello, dear, was it fun? Did you enioy the dance? She forced a smile and managed to say, Oh, yes, it was wonderful. Then she fled. One woman turned to another and said, How exciting it must have been! I remember how thrilling my First dance was . . . She lay on her bed and sobbed herself to sleep. Louise Ritchey - Class 10 ,5 3Q 893 mu n0. . ,X 0 9.5; .JQJJ 5x60 r3596. 0. . - x g . E 8?w 75?; H w 3.5 ?phwvj 60 av h , - res. 3d 4 m J3l74.36h1 ;