Holton Arms School - Scribe Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Helen Bowdoin about to dash off for New York, while Kiki Rowe is discussing the pros and cons of going up to Yale this week end or the next. Over in the corner we see a pair of feet propped up on the radiator. They belong, of course, to Loe Bacall Moore. Virginia Plaskitt, per usual, is wasting away, pining over that Pusillanimous Romeo Ridgely. Carol Wehrwein and Mary Jane Abdill are discussing the prospects of their next concert, while Prue Lehaney dashes off a quick torch song. Nancy Minter has finally put away her hockey stick, thanks to Sandy Metts, the star of our team, and Master Mind of the H.A.A, Sue Cooke can't do anything but dream of Mike, as her supposed English theme tells us. Who's this we see daubing madly away on canvas? It's none other than the Van Gogh of the Class of '48, Madeline Elmore, while Betty Washington sees that the conversation is kept in a steady flow by reciting the merits of her famous Bob. Limping painfully into the room comes Jane Kimbrough, who recounts the story of her broken ankle and the sudden termination of her basketball career this season. A head of flaming red hair comes slowly through the door, and we find it belongs to none other than Janet Floto, who is prepared to take her regular second period nap. Running down to 1803, we bump into Felicia, our little Mlle., dashing to take her brother Toni home. Our two Birmingham Belles, Vir- ginia and Julia May, are fighting to the finish to see who can gCt the most Ai EM Tout ensemble best describes our exotic Carol Schall, typifying the Hugenotic mysteriousness of old Charleston. Nancy Lee is also an addition to 1803 whose consistent wit keeps her many friends in stitches. Perambulating around the corner, we gaze at the rustic facade of Bancroft. Looking up, we see a little Teddy Bear being lowered from the window, he belongs to none other than that Gibbering Gibbon chile. Peering from be- hind theTedd's face is the not too angelic counte- nance of that blonde Sarah Kiucey. Giggling within the realms of the mysterious smoking room Cmysterious because it is so hard to see through the fog D we Hnd its most faithful patrons. Margie Northern and Bobbie Ross are contesting to win honors as the best all around joker of Holton. Our ever-loving debutante, Frantee, hot, bothered, and flushed, gives up after a long struggle to retrieve her shoes from their rather precarious resting place. Hearing a loud crash, the entire population ofthe Smoking Room dashes to the window to see O'Brien vainly trying to park the Gray Bullet. It's a hard struggle since there's only room enough for three cars, but, under the careful supervision of I Wish I Was AT The Beach Green, who is blithly humming You Two-timed me Once Too Often, Lewis manages to get by with only two scraped fenders. To relax, Lu and Lulie have a jolly time figuring out who the lucky men are this time. Thus we leave Holton, looking forward to what is in store for this crew next Year. WW 'D ANY lfwrffiffo We ff fy Www WW M