Knox School - Rose Leaves Yearbook (Nissequogue, NY)

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PHD cuisine of Chef Phyllis Andreson that kept them coming. Also perceived in South Bend, was Mary Gallo, who is the first female football coach for the Irish. The scene crumbled as electronic waves produced a new vision of radio station KNOX in Texas, where Mama Murr and staff were reading the Sunday funnies to the kiddies. Playing the part of the villainous Dragon Lady, was Nancy Shimer, with Ida Mae as Lena, the Laughing Hyena. Barbara Palbicke, the boon to televison, was reading the pilff of Little Iodine. Flying over the Ozarks, the clouds showed us Gail Miller, growing potatoes on her little farm, to be shipped directly to the Soft 'n Soggy Potato Chip Company. A piercing wind blew in some Virginia sunshine, and scenes of salty wharves drifted before us. Then the vision blurred, and hazy clouds obstructed our view. But from the mist issued the southern drawl of Antoinette Gilman, peddling fish, calling, Fresh octopus, have a tentacle with every meal, guaranteed to last a week. Not very far from the wharves the sound of dentists drills reached our ears and the haze began to rise, revealing Valerie l-lerwick posting a newly painted sign above a doorf One smell from Snell and you're feeling well-fpainless dentist. Some lightning flickered suddenly across the heavens, illuminating the sky just ong enough to reveal an Elizabethan scene, which turned out to be in reality, joan Turk playing the role of Palstaff, with Gerry Gardiner as valiant Prince l-Ial. An odor of disinfectants pervaded our senses as we were transported to a hospital in the deep South, where Alabama Alma, registered nurse, was soothing her patients with her smooth melodic voice, accompanied by a banjo on her knee. Suddenly a tree swayed violently, and crashed in front of our path. A mammoth boulder of blackened haze ensued,which was shattered by a horse and rider, in the brilliant attire of the Northwest Mounted Police. We were amazed to view Diane Norris, astride the mount, searching for Joan Spencer, who was lost on the ski trail-fout of bounds as usual. As Diane charged by, she left in her path a huge puff of dust which blew into our eyes causing a most unusual occurrence. Tears began to flow down our cheeks, blurring our vision until we each peered through two giant drops, through which we per- ceived janet Wood, garbed in her judicial robes, writing the speeches of her fellow Ohio politicians. In the back of the court room, Warden Marie Harris ushered prisoners to and from their cells, her latest victim being No. 59704 Jean Oakes, who looked unabashed as he faced Judge Wood for trial in the Case of the Missing Mattress. A refreshing gust cleared the depressing court room atmosphere,as chartreuse clouds slid over the hill's crest. We gazed bewildered, giant scissors, combs and hair pins 106

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E E by the exotic dancing of Yalerie Lang, who we suspect was just advertising for the Peggy Quail' Novelty Company, in her ultra-grass skirt. We should have liked In see more of those adventurers, but the cloud dis.tppe.u'ed and was followed by another which took us back to America, yy here we learned more of the class's accomplish- ments. One of the current works of Suzanne Snaith, Poet Laureate ot Pittsburgh, we find comparable only to the life she led at Knox, and we quote the opening lilies of her most important work V Love is just a burning ember, but not for you unless you're slenderf Another artist, Anita Taylor. is successor to Petty. She not only draws crowds, but is her own model in a mirrored studio designed by Nlargie Weeks, which strangely enough opens upon .1 glass-brick swimming pool, where Margie practices her daily diving feats, It looks as if the Daisy Club has gone to seed! Ham and Hack are chorewomen at Dartmouth, and 'lackie Webster was only runner-up in the 'bliss Andover Contest. Pat Cole, Phyllis Novotny, Nancie Stewart, 'lean Thursby, Betty Appel, and .Ioey llollilfe were shown at the weekly meeting ofthe Association for Perpetual Adoration of Westchester County. The members are p.u'ticularly ioyous, for through the dipf loinatic endeavors of Betty Appel, they have secured the '4Chateau as the site ol' a sub-sub-committee of the United Nations. Empty pulls floated by until one with a decided aroma of dog-food suspended itself before us. ln it we saw Nancy Gray, exhibiting a unique species ot canine, which she is training for an equally unique cause one that will raise dog-hood to its zenith. Yes, Natty Bumpo has done it again her dogs are running elevators. The lilting strains of a Samba took us to the epclusive Rio Room, owned and operated by Senorita Bobby Blewer. On the piano, the internationally renowned Sue Carter was playing the accompaniment for those rhythmic artists, Lydia johnson, Tobye Cramer, Nanson De Silva, and Peggy Pindar, who enchanted their audience with their rendition of what too much colliee has done to Brazil. As this cloud disappeared, we anxiously awaited the arrival of the next one, which revealed a scene in Lexington, Kentucky, where Dawn Burt was running her horse Caterpillar, the great-great-grandson of Hfvlan O' War, in the Kentucky Derby, Her jockey was none other than Colonel Phyllis Strauss, who after her ex- ertion was seen relaxing on her plantation sipping a mint-iulep in true Southern fashion. Further West, the cloud disclosed the metropolis of South Bend, where Kathy Keller and Beth Wadsworth were opertating a restaurant and grill, appropriately called The Bender, which caters exclusively to Notre Dame. Although it was Nliss lieller's vibrant personality which attracted the customers, it was the excellent 105 529 If s ' INA1 ' Ziff T .I 5, s ,. l X WZ I I ,JCC lil

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:HK Snxqv . Q , I ! MN vpn. e -'Q E Yunlvfi D0n+nS'l-Y 9 N se A if f Q- S 'T'-l l - E swirled about in confusion,and in the midst of it all,we envisioned Dorothy liruning, styling Miss Jean McCall'ery's latest coilliure. Dorothy had selected her favorite style Wa butch. The ceiling was heavy, there was no doubt about it, and it compelled the plane to fly low over our heads, affording us a clear view of Pete, air-line hostess, adf ministering pep-pills to Molotov, 'Iody Edwards, at the controls, was in high spirits as she dipped her wings over a herd of cattle, causing a mild stampede. Ten years, we discovered, had not altered Gretchen's determination to lind the man on her mind ee the one who is six-feet-three. We must confess she was off to a good start in 1947. As for her exaroommate, Robin Prince, she has retired to Cleve- land, where her multifarious family duties keep her jumping. From out of nowhere a little fellow bearing a remarkable resemblance to Jack Frost appeared before us in much the same manner as our first gnomish friend. He pointed an eat at a snow flurry in which Trinkie Mclieever was discovered turning domestic. Yes, there she was, in the wilds of the Antarctic, bundled in bear skins, thawing out frozen foods for Admiral Byrd and company. But as quickly as Jack Frost had come, he went, leaving us alone on the hill con- fronted by a roaring train which whizzed past, engineered by Donna Lee Courtney. We smiled knowinglyg Donna Mae had at last devised a double-duty commuting system from West Point to Syracuse! Lo and behold, we saw before our eyes a vision of far away Egypt! Trudging over the desert sands was Doc Irving, Ph.l7., conducting a search for the bones of the late King Woo Woo. Behind her vvearily dragging her own bones, was Dotty Gouin- lock, who was taking stenogtaphic notes on the proceedings. Soon the dauntless pair reached the entrance of a mighty tomb, crying out the secret password, Open the door, Richard. Entering the tomb, they were confronted by a coflin. Eagerly they ptied it open, and there, in plain hieroglyphics were the words, Kilroy is here! Egypt faded, and something even more intangible floated before us. Golly, it Couldn't be Dorothy Archer! It was, and after a year with the Knox Ghost we saw her still communing with spirits. As fantastically as this augury appeared, thus it left us. Silently we stood on Rum Hill watching the storm subside into the distant valley. Dazedby this revelation, we turned slowly towards Knox, with playful puffs of innocent wind slapping our faces. Vfith visions of the Furies awaiting us, we began to run, and we raced to the bottom of the hill, taking with us the happy knowledge that our class, for better or for worse, would still be far better than the Faculty had predicted. 107 f ! TTT7 a t I . f is 66?--- gs V 3-' VV an