Holton Arms School - Scribe Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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66Tlte Fcrment of lrlleulsw EVERY orr-uaiz TUEsDAY afternoon of the school year Holton's oldest organization, Holton's sole honorary society, the Scroll, holds its meetings. The ranks of the one and only Scroll are made up of girls qualified by their talents in literature and art, either or both. The type of programs given will prove to skeptical readers that we aren't a collection of stuffy scholars who drift around behind horn-rimmed glasses, lost in a maze of educa- tion. One afternoon brought forth both the ultra-classical and the ultra-modern in music fthat is, Tschaikowsky's Concerto in B-flat minor, and for contrast, Freddy Martin's popular version. lt was agreed afterward that Tschaikowsky didn't really need any- thing done to improve upon his work, but others brought out the point that such a fine piece of work could never lose all its beauty by modern swing technique. The art interest was stimulated when Marianne Williamson, somewhat of a layman in the world of art but a figure of note in the literature of Holton's classes, and Liz Marlowe, distinctly artistic in all directions, successfully joined forces and gave a memorable talk. Marianne illumi- nated our somewhat hazy conceptions of the progress of art in Australia, and Liz gave a Vivid description of some Australian paint- ings from a current exhibition in the new National Gallery. In the discussion which followed, Miss DeLane helped out by explain- ing some of the more difficult types of draw- ing. The flood of talk brought forth by her definitions of Impressionism proved that the girls comprising the Scroll are intellectually wide-awake. Another delightful experience The Scroll pour for ll pirture. l

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gestions and Mr. Leber proved to be full of ideas. After long contemplation and discus- sion we decided that the timely theme would be Democracy. Colossal ideas were hurled about freely, but alas, we had not yet begun to think about the financial end of the prob- lem. Our business manager soon informed us that we must face realities. The subscription manager passed out her blanks and pursued all pupils who were in need of persuasion, plans for the Jamboree were enthusiastically set, the advertising staff made posters and then set to work on the drawings and sketches you see scattered throughout the book. Mean- while the senior photographs editor saw us safely through the ordeal of having our pic- tures taken. Our snapshot editor hid behind the bushes and leaned out of third story win- dows to catch faculty and students in most fantastic attitudes. In the meantime the liter- ary staff was wiping its brow and growing gray hairs trying to preserve the personali- ties of our gay '4z'ers in an eighty-four-word limit, and crowding a whole year of school activity onto one hundred pages. Our staff artiftr and burinarr ummm. 'i l K l m 5 lil AJAA-U-. Miss McClellan was always on the job to tactfully advise, calm, and cool the literary and business staffs, while Mrs. Banes and Miss DeLane inspired our artists and kept their department running smoothly. We couldn't have managed without Miss Lurton, Scnuan veteran, to steer us gently onto the right path after each mistake. Although this year's Scrunn has meant fewer free afternoons for us and a seven o'clock alarm on Saturday morning, we have loved every minute of it. We're all hoping you will be as pleased as we are with the finished product. Three cheers for us! The author: o f flair book. i

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Jecretaey-Alice and Loaife. was to hear Barbara Menninger read parts of Junior Miss, a play centering about a cap- tivating teen-age youngster who stormed the hearts of audiences in Washington and then went on to New York for still more success. Our faculty representatives are our great- est HSSCES. Miss Fox provides thoseideas with- out which our meetings could not be the joy that they are. We are thankful that Miss Lurton's interest and helpfulness never de- sert us, and that Miss DeLane is still patient with those members who know little about the deeper mysteries of the arts which should claim the attention of us all. After the program of the meeting these wielders of the brush and devotees of litera- ture give way to companionable chattering on subjects brought to mind by the preceding reports. Fortified by plates of sandwiches Cham spreads and cheese concoctionsD and over cups of tea, they frequently probe far beyond the scope of the classroom. Freedom of thought and speech are indulged to the utmost. Everybody admires Alice Bagby, our presi- dent, who does her work so quietly and ef- ficiently and is everybody's friend besides. Louise O'Reilly is the kind of secretary who can make those inevitable minutes of the last meeting something to crow about. We all The prerident and envy her originality and her humor which she combines so effectively. The old-timers, Alice Bagby, Barbara Beij, Katharine Colvin, Caroline Embry, Joan Ferguson, Elizabeth Marlowe, Barbara Menninger, Louise O'Reilly, Lenora Rose, Claire Snow, and Mari- anne Williamson, have now been joined by the new members-Eleanor Brooks, Mary- beth Davidge, Ann de Kay, Nancy Dunkle, Ellen Galvin, Catherine Gibbon, Chippy Hall, Pauline King, Sylvia Lewis, Betsy Noe, Sally Norris, Ann Hamilton Roberts, Helen Smith, Jeannette Streit, Emma Thurber, and Mabbie DuHameliwho have poured in to fill the gaps left by the graduates of 1941. And now a secret! There is something which makes even this select group of intel- lectuals stop their spirited conversation and sit up and take notice. The organization just Wouldn't be the same without-cinnamon sticks! Below: The girlr look erpecially happy when thy have eokei and sandwiches in hand. P..S'.-Note the cinnamon ftirkrf Above: MiJJ Larton, MiJ'J Fox, and Min DeLane that over a cup of tea.