Holton Arms School - Scribe Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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I 77 muje ate all going on an gxpotifionf OCKET now leaving on track 9.5 for the Asteroids, Saturn, and all points centrifugal. Board! It is the year 1967, and we are all starting off on an expotition, as Winnie the Pooh would call it, to look in on our classmates of yesterday and to see how they are faring in the planetary world of today. First stop-Asteroid No. lI151fl'llI'- ty-minute stopover. The girls have all come down to the rocketport to greet us, and as we step out BETSEY, now a photographer for the Evening Earth, snaps our picture, while RADAR RUFFIN and RADIUM RAF- EETTO interview us for their column, Mgr Light-g'ef1r. Hold on to your antennas, everybody! Here we go in CARLYN,S streamlined space-ship to the famous floating WIL- LARD Hotel, where plastic originals by ADRIENNE are sold exclusively. We are delayed for a moment, for one of our crew, JANET, stops to tryon a dress Ccotton, of courseD. CWI Her wardrobe thus replenished, we all drop in to the glamorous Galaxy Room. Here we spy CAROL surrounded by 'twinkling-star Admirals. At her insistence, we wait for the floor show, and we are happy to see that the fea- tured vocalist is MARKA, in an authentic costume, with accent to match. At a nearby table, EVIL, belying her name, is correcting the proofs of her latest translation of Virgil, while across the table, CAROLINE is busily arranging her new ballet, We're Havin' an Astro- nomical Heat Wave. Just as we are about to ask them how on Asteroid they can do it in all this confusion, we look behind three Milky Way-shakes and find PHIL, ANNSY, and HALLEY, the Inter-Stellar Women's Ath- letic Commission. They are visiting Asteroid No. 9.12.5 to check a report that PEGGY SMITH has offered the local star bronc-buster, BROWNING by name, a bribe to throw the next rodeo in favor of her protege, JANE DAvIEs. We dare not interrupt the heated argument be- H1351

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party-giving, she wills tojoanne O'Mal- ley. That familiar silver barette that has been lodged this many a month in Mary Hurley's golden looks, is gra- ciously turned over to Mary Ann Me- dearis, and Monique leaves those ever- present air corps wings to D. Miller. To Joan Burke goes Gwen Davies' pen- chant for history. Canada's prize pub- licity agent, Lee Willoughby, gives Flo Lipscomb a one-way ticket to Stony Lake. Amie Willard leaves her stunning wardrobe, or at least parts thereof, to Jane Austen. Lucky is Jacky Lee to re- ceive Dotty Simmon's voice of operatic quality. Margaret Ruffin leaves her notebook of pertinent comments for use in English class to the Maupin twins. To Patsy Thornton goes Phil Evans' music box, Swiss that is. Sally Fly be- stows her radio experience upon Jenny Clark. Much to the irritation of the rest of the school, Betty Halley glee- fully leaves her little black book to her successor. Bland Jackson willingly wills her early-to-bed, early-to-rise phobia to Gwen Fairlamb. If her father will give his consent, Anne Davis plans to leave her Tuesday-Thursday bus route to Leilani Eddy. Jan Marthin- son is the recipient of Natalie Ham- macher's French accent, together with the hope that Jan will improve same. Another student of languages, Dianne McFarland, leaves to Dorothy Hill her accent espanol. Janet Derby grudgingly gives to Marion Gregory her Confed- erate flag Qone of the very flags from Mr. Muzzey's footnote, page 489, we hear tellj. I-lere's a bequest We know will be appreciated: Carol Melgaard hereby leaves the smoking room to Jean Raw- ley. And we, the whole Senior Class, leave Holton, but carry with us the memories of our last wonderful year- sorry, but we're keeping those ourselves. i WQMW W ft af W 34 li

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tween HALLEY and ANNSY over the num- ber of marks to give the culprit, and besides, the time has come when we must again be on our way. Leaving behind this turbid state of affairs, our rocket now zooms off to- ward Saturn. As we approach this thickly populated planet, we are not at all surprised to see ALLI,S socks hanging out to dry on the planet's three rings. No one is at the rocketport to greet us when We land: BLAND was supposed to call ANN DAVIS to have her meet us in her new jet-propelled convertible, but she couldn't find a nickel. In desperation we call the Olivier Cab Company, and when our taxi arrives, we are quite flabbergasted to find that our driver is none other than ELIZABETH who has finally learned to drive, and now can't get enough of it. As we pause for an infra-red light, KLEP ambles by pushing a cart. Seems she's selling shoe polish to work her way through Saturn Sub-Normal, where she is majoring in the Care and Feeding of foxes. Teaching this popular subject is DOTTIE, known to zillions of radio listeners as the sing- ing sensation of CBS QCosmic Broad- casting Systemj We now arrive at the home of the suc- cessful actress DOT OSBORNE, where a comet-tail party in our honor is already in progress. In the hall SALLY FLY JI 36 waves the telephone at us, but goes on talking to BETTY BROWDER, now Presi- dent of the Earth, whom she is advising on the problem of planet to planet pay. ALICE and KELIA finally see us when we get within five inches of them, and sharewithus theirlatest militarysecrets. We talk very softly, however, so as not to disturb PATTY, whose energy has finally gotten the best of her. She is taking a nap on the sofa prior to her de- parture for Pluto, where her new show, Three to Clean Up, opens soon. Nearby, GWEN DAVIES, the famous cov- er-girl, is chatting with DIANNE, Sa- turn's newly-appointed ambassador to Spain. MONIQUE dashes breathlessly in for a few words with the eminent French translator, NATALIE, to bring her the latest publications from Paris. Among the guests, DUDLEY is con- spicuous by her absence. We are dis- tressed to hear that she is sick at the hospital with Tick fever. However, we do see LEE, who is busily teaching PAT HALLECK her special Stretching Exer- cises. MARY SPAINHOUR is half-heartedly observing these gymnastics, but what really attracts her attention, and ours, is a spectacle we see from the window. Flying through the heavens on a Silver Meteor, we see Averill dragging her little army satellites. Twilight comes, and as we leave this lt