Hillsdale School - Telescope Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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EDITORIAL Can you think back to November 15, 1955, when Miss Fessenden began to read the Biblical story of “The Ark?” If that is clear in your mind, do you remem- ber wondering about the curious. reactions of five certain seniors in that same assembly? We, the Annual Board, happen to be those five; and our reaction was caused by a secret knowledge that the theme we had already chosen was to be emphasized all year long. | doubt if anyone else was as conscious of the many accidental references to the legend of Noah throughout the year as we were, but it seemed to the Annual Board that through the doorway of every classroom came a mention of our topic. While eavesdropping on Miss Emig’s eighth grade English class, we heard a discussion about a book called “The Ark”; we frequently listened to Miss Johnson drilling her geometry classes in problems concerning arcs (the Annual Board is aware of this difference in spelling); and sometimes Miss Shell- berg could be overheard helping a potential artist learn the value of an arc as a basis for a design. In our Spring Concert, the Senior Glee Club sang “Who Built the Ark” topped off by the Gamboliers’ version of “De Animals are Comin.’ ” Also related to the story of Noah, were the terrific floods that our nation ex- perienced this year, to say nothing of the flood right here in our own basement with which Mr. Young had to cope. Not to be outdone by these coincidences, we have decided to give this well-known legend a new meaning. The Ark with which we are concerned is our big, gray ark, Hillsdale, guided by our Noah, Miss Fessenden. As did Noah of old, so our headmistress spent an entire season in careful preparation for the September-to-June voyage. She gath- ered together all the materials available and chose her companions for the long trip in the Ark. The sojourn was successful with no mishaps or catastrophes. Al- though we needed no rain for the journey, the weather played a large part in its success. Not even First Mate Miss Eppley could control the whims of the weather on which the “big game” depended; twice the ice and snow gave the old ark a just cause for alarm when it did not make any mileage for a day. When the midyear storm caused a great flood of exams, our Noah, with the help of her crew, directed our ark back to calm waters and clear skies. The March winds stirred up rough seas and caused a twinge of seasickness in a few lions (seniors ) who had to endure the tempest of term papers and college boards. Fortunately, this was their last encounter in turbulent waters. They sent out a dove who soon returned bearing twenty-six roses with the good news that graduation would be the climax of their trip. The sun peeked through the stormy skies, signs of spring began to appear, and the excitement of our arrival on dry land soon became evident. Now, for the seniors, our memorable voyage is over. As we leave Hillsdale two- by-two, we go our own separate ways expecting a rougher crossing in the near future. Smith, Michigan, Sweet Briar, Mt. Holyoke—these and more will be our chosen arks next year. As Noah did, we must gather together all the materials available, consisting of the Knowledge we acquired here at Hillsdale, to prepare for a new Deluge of floods—the flood of new acquaintances, unfamiliar surround- ings, new romances, tons of facts, and countless decisions to be made. Having . survived this Deluge, we shall view the world victorious from the top of Mt. Ararat. ANNUAL BOARD PINDAg LOVETT a2 ee ee Editor-in-Chief CHRISTI Er BARNARD 2 2:5.28 Bese Ae Literary Editor SUSIE: BOLLER foe ieee, ee Art Editor SALLYVRAININE Yee. an soe ee, Photography Editor RNGIESOCHMIDUARP® =. ile Na see se eee Business Manager The Annual Board wishes to thank Miss Ferguson, Miss Emig, and Miss Shell- berg for their invaluable help in preparing the annual. The senior portraits and group pictures are by C. Joseph Malott.

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att weet September 17, 1950, a red letter day for the senior class of 1956, was made more important because on that day we met Miss Eppley for the first time, as she sat in the locker room with the uniform list for our seventh grade. Little did we know that we would never again see her sitting still. Long to be remembered are her L-O-N-G lists of fire drill pointers, Miracle Play preparations, and gradu- ation arrangements. Nor can we ever forget her familiar words, “Now, ladies,” or “One—two—three—relax,” and last but not least, those weekly words, “Hand- writing class today!” Miss Eppley has played an active role in every event that has highlighted the Hillsdale School. Not only is she efficiency personified, but : also lots of fun, with a wealth of good advice and unfailing cheerfulness. How her pleasant smile and twinkling eye have lifted us from our lowest moods into a world of sunshine! Thanks to her we dribble down the hockey field with the agility of experts; thanks to her our backbones are straight as boards. To you, Miss Eppley, the senior class wants to say thank you, for making our days at Hillsdale the happiest possible.