Holton Arms School - Scribe Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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lze Zentlz igracfe And you think of things Bark row: M. E. Dufek, S. Coultrap, A. Wiedorn, D. Bolte, S. Barnes, H. Britton, D. Hill, J. J. Holland, Kilbourne, F. Garcia. .fecandraws B. Lewis, B. Austin, L. Steclchl. Pelley, H. Boyd, L. Megcc, II. Smith, E. Maybank, S. Foy, B. J. Somerville. Fr-our raw: A. Malstrom A. Piggothl. Routheau, C. Murphy, N. Gibson, M. Daubin, M. Thompson. N Monday morning while the boarders rush frantically to breakfast, we look into that corner of study hall known as the abode of sophomores only. This year there are many new faces. But wait a minute! We'd better grab the boarders as they are seldom seen there. fl 43 Here they are! Libby, our southern belle, would love to tell you all about South Carolina. Oh, honey chile! We couldn't do without Freddy, our seiorita from Puerto Rico, who really makes our English class what it is. Mil- dred, who surprised us this year with her new bangs, is quite the rider! Sally and fashion- eonscious Sidney represent us well in the Glee Club. What's this about Sally wanting ro be an aviatrix? Cute little Betty, so we hear, really keeps up the boarders' morale. Last, but not least, Damara, who before Christmas was a day

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hockey field and basketball court, Jane and Jan, of the art-gallery desk top. An attractive trio, newly arrived this year, are Katherine Kuehl, a glee-club enthusiast, Jenny of the golden voice, and petite, redheaded Winnie. Before they make a quick exit, let's meet Maureen and Clair, who are discussing a society tour with their man- ager, Sarah Burton. Sarah has volunteered her services, provided they make North Carolina their destination. With the clip-clopping of those ever-faithful loafers, our efficient captain, Gwen, shuffles in at three to nine to give us all effective quieting glances. Our other captain, Joanne, who returned this year after a long absence, has won our admiration with her friendly ways. Their most oppressed victim appears to be Jackie. But when she flashes that madonna smile, all is forgiven. And here we find the pretty twins-will we ever get them straight?-Bunny and Gay, who hold the stage in Physiography classes. And while we are on the subject of intellect, we come to Liz, whois thinking of giving a lecture on the public appeal of West Point, along with Helen Cooke on that of the University of Virginia. Helen, sporting those model clothes, holds our attention daily, as does pretty Joan Malstrom with her infectious smile. With a toss of her silken mop, and a suspicious-looking smile dawning, Lei winds up to give a report on the latest gossip, getting some helpful clues from cute Lee Marshall. But let's leave them for a while and meet a siege of boarders who come pouring up the steps into study hall. A new arrival among them is languorous Flo Hope, whose laugh and attempts to lengthen her hair have acquired amazing fame. A great contribu- tion to the art of jitter-bugging is Mary Ann, flourishing that southern drawl. Veronica Lake has nothing on Holton's edition, our always-on- the-go Josephine. Patsy has long been the envy of all of us with her out-of-the-band-box- dl 42 look. So has photogenic Sally, we're expecting a contract from the nearest model agency any day now. Beverly has left our ranks as day-hop these days-and has also shifted her praises to New Orleans now. Whether it's a committee meeting, a dance, or just a gossip session, you'll always find Kath- erine backing it wholeheartedly. And speaking of dances, the stags weren't the only ones who were glad that Lisa finally decided to come to ours. Jean Rawley's wardrobe and ligure hold our admiration, as do her numerous letters. Two newcomers who have impressed us with their quiet charm are Sally Garrett and Shirley. How- ever, there's plenty of artistic talent in these two. Such also is the case with Suzanne, who delights us with her piano performances. And as for talent, we should all take lessons from Betty on the art of conversation and debates. Lafayette, we're coming! -Joan that is, reciting lines from her latest performance. She is a victim of Virgil this year, along with Jane, who, although bemoaning her latest Latin fate, manages to forget it soon enough out of school. In Miss Brown's room, we may see Sydney Working laboriously on the next twenty drill sheets, or Harrison giving a similar impression. Their minds, however, are obviously elsewhere! Mary Cary has the distinction of being our sole Marine junior -or is it Marine brat?D, and upholds that tradition with the proper spirit- Quantico and all. Another distinctive member of our class is Corinne, who not only displays her attributes in art, but in her voice and piano studies. To complete our number, we collide with Jeanne and Betsy, who are milling around the mail table. Jeanne rules rg with an iron hand as house captain but always manages to have plenty of fun regardless. Betsy is leaving us next year. Her conscientiousness and kindness will be remembered always. l

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l student, always can be depended on for a cheery smile and a happy disposition. They'd better run now, or they will be late for breakfast. Back to study hall. There sits LaVerne, our early-bird president, doing some last-minute work with one eye on the clock. All is quiet for a few minutes, then in breeze our agile athletes, Martha Jo and Jackie, accompanied by Dottie and Joan, the class artists. All four depart for Miss Gallic's room in a very gay mood. Next, we see Helen Brittain, our tennis expert, who is perfecting either Caesar or Ancient History in the last few minutes. There are Piglet and joy, who are very proud of their membership in the Camera Club, and who wouldn't be! Susie Coultrap is another of our athletes. She still claims that it only takes her live minutes to braid that long hair around her head. Here comes Kate Murphy clutching a picture of Glenn Davis in one hand and telling us about that wonderful Army. Now, not to slight the Navy, we hear that Allison had quite a time at the Army-Navy game with a certain mirldy! Sitting on top of the desks are Ann M. and Daubin, best of friends, discussing the latest Landon lads. There is Betty Jane, who, with a little coaxing, will tell us about that wonderful week end! We wish that she would play the piano for us more. Mary Ellen, bubbling over with energy, is our poetess. We seldom saw her in our corner before Christmas, because she was a boarder the first term, ln comes smiling Gibson Girl, who chats with LaVerne before classes. When Boyd isn't late, she and Murphy can be heard discussing their marvelous week end at Exeter. After the first bell rings, Catherine pulls out her little black book. Several minutes later, in come Susie, Betsy, and Jodie, who frantically signal her that it was the fault of the school car. Susie and Nancy have really represented us well in the Dramatic Club, Betsy is one of our horse lovers, and Jodie, our other captain and a wel- come member of the Glee Club, is quite popular at West Point! It's time for classes, so we must say good-bye. No, not yet. Here comes Louisa, better late than never, looking as though she had just stepped out of junior Bazaar. We all bemoaned the loss of our comrade, Louisa, when she left us for Pittsburgh. There we are, the Sophomore Class of 1947. We hope you all like us, for we do our best. 9.9.3. -ala JL. 4l44l'