Knox School - Rose Leaves Yearbook (Nissequogue, NY)

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O YOU MRS. HOUGHTON AND NOW ABIDETH FAITH, HOPE, LOVE, THESE THREE, BUT THE GREATEST OF THESE IS LOVE. WE SHALL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU, MRS. HOUGHTON, AS A LIVING INTERPRETA- TION OF THESE WORDS, SO OFTEN HEARD FROM YOUR OWN LIPS. TO YOU WE OWE THE FIRM FOUNDATION OF CHARACTER THAT WILL BE THE BASIS OF OUR FUTURE LIVES, AND IN THE YEARS TO COME YOUR QUIET DIGNITY AND CHARM WILL BE AN INSPIRATION TO TRUE SUCCESS. WE, THE CLASS OF 1946, DEDICATE THIS VOLUME OF THE ROSE LEAVES TO YOU, WITH GRATEFUL APPRECIATION AND LOVING THOUGHTS.

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They sighted this billboard along the way: Smoke Trubee's cigars, there's nothing tinah, Aged and ripened in South Carolina. On a Florida beach was Deruha, Vivian Doing logarithms in sweet oblivion, While Lynn whizzed around in her convertible Lincoln Ignoring the traffic lights, although they were blinkin', Till Sue Alling, Miami's chief of police, Gave her a ticket and told her to cease. Then they squinted across the deep dark blue ocean, Because they had an uncanny notion That somewhere in Europe they'd surely lind The rest of the class whom they had in mind. In all of Vienna, no one sang sweeter, Than the great prima donna, Miss Bebe Streeter. At the tables of Monte Carlo, looking so bored, Sat Madelon Pennicke and Mary Ford, While in Lisbon Nina had achieved wide fame, As an artist's model of great acclaim. Her portraits in the Louvre at Paris now hung, And all over Europe her praises were sung. Glancing at Everest, that snow covered peak, They saw climbing upward, looking ever so chic, Margretta and Tony, who got a great thrill Out of scaling high mountains and proving their skill. Countess Snail Lahey, her name changed to Olga, Had made big black headlines swimming the Volga. Gene turned to Corey with a satisfied smile, Saying, I guess that will do for a while, We've looked high and low and had lots of fun Finding out what our old friends have done. Some are in business, some on the stage, And we're all faring well in this post-atomic age And to our generation many thanks are due, From shattered fragments we've built a World fair and new The flags of The United Nations unfurled In triumph and splendor all over the world. With no thought of war or needless strife, We all live a profitable and happy life. Then Corey agreed, said she thought so too, That the world was much improved was certainly true. Gene, dear, we must go back to earth very soon, But don't you think it's nicer way up here on the moon? 113

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AVE TU E VALE i'MzzJir, when .raft zfaicer die, Vibrater in the memory. It was a clear, crisp day in late September. To those of us who were returning for second and third years at Knox, it was like coming home, after a long absence, to all the old and familiar sights, the lake, still a long blue sapphire, the mountains still hanging like a purple back-drop against the sky, and the building itself, with ivy-covered walls and strong white pillars, still framed against the perfect background of lofty pines and ancient elms. The joy of greeting old friends and making new ones, on this day, is a vital part of every Knox girl. As the colors of Fall deepened, and the edge of the air became sharpened, September twenty-ninth arrived, and with it the annual picnic at Fairy Springs. Blue jeans were rolled up for one last wearing and eve-nwrhe misty rain that fell all day couldn't dampen high spirits. The homey tire in the big log cabig hot dogs and cocoa taste even better. Voices were raised in familiar old songs to the trees and the sky, and our hearts were full of the spirit of Knox, as we reluctantly swung back through the winding dirt road? Q0 , Fall mornings brought with them cold mists that made the surface of the lake invisible except for a few glimpses of blue through the ever rising and circling clouds. The hills became even more sharply outlined against the sky, and the tangy smell of wood smoke penetrated every corner. Trees were clinging tenaciously to theior curled rusty leaves and the currents of the lake slowed to a crawl, Mounted on bay and sorrel horses, young equestriennes took to the hills to spend long hours among the tall pines, climbing toward the summits of the hills. The days of long rides through the vibrant country- side were brought to a climax at the banquet given by the Riding Club on October thirteenth. Special, in their black coats and orange collars, marched with noble decorum into the dining room and took their places at the banquet table. The non-members of the Riding Club listened with enthusiasm to speeches and anecdotes by Mrs. Houghton, Mrs. Phinney, and Colonel. La Fiesta Espanol! On October twenty-sixth, the days of Columbus were re-lived in Spanish. Gay colors, gay people, dancing and singing! The shades of old Spain were captured for an hour, and all were, momentarily, transported to that ecstatically carefree country for a whirl at the tango. Fall, in full plumage, was passing with more celerity than most of us cared to note. The brisk days were filled to overflowing with outdoor activities. Hockey sticks were shouldered like so many guns, each bright afternoon, as battalions of girls hiked over to Doubleday Field for an hour's fun and exercise. Any feeling of strangeness that remained in the hearts of the girls Who were new to Knox this year was dispelled by an hilarious rendition on the much-played-upon Who Done It. The dubious production was written and staged by the Old Cvirls. Who will ever forget Mrs. Phinney, in her chic blue-jeans and straw hat, in the role of the villain? Things like that night over in the gym will remain in our memories always. A few days later the warm feeling of the new girls toward the Old Girls was a bit dampened by a late tire drill. Members of the K. A. A. marched stilfly and somberly into 114