Holton Arms School - Scribe Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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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'

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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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4 e intl: Qra e 'Wlerriment and LUl1dI'l10fH Back row: S. Parker, ll. Durant, C. Merscrean, J. Pennington, B. Costcnbacler S. Zantzinger, B. J. Griflith, -I. Friedrichs, S. Sturtcvant, P. l-liser, C. Hopkins, M. L. Smith. .frcaurl raw: King, P. Fahrncy, M. Martin, C. Smith, M. A. Darby, M. A. Robb, P. Hines, S. Hayes, R. Kjolsenhl. MacKinnon. 'I'lrir11row.' W. Zaky, V. Ford, R. Oliver, L. Austin, B. Dobyns, B. B. Smith, H. Means, E, Whitlock. 'rap right up! Let's buy our tickets for the ninth grade circus. Charlotte Parker is glad to sell us some. Proceeding into the IICl'1t we are confronted with Jeanie and Connie supposed to be selling ice cream, but eating half their wares. As Sunny, our president, cracks her rl 45 whip, we all come to order. Our first attraction is Zee and Shovel galloping into the ring with Rikke and Barbara atop them. Now for a little variation, Robb teeters forward on her tight- rope, nervously clutching her pole. Watch out! What a strange sight-Mary Lou practicing her Arthur Murray technique to the tune of a Latin serenade, while at the other end of the ring Judy and Joan are trying out their Spanish rou- tines. Here is zt truly amazing act-Sally, our seal trained by Mary jane, who can actually balance a ball on her nose. Glancing across the ring, we see B. B. and Va, who between their lr l L