Lincoln School - Lambre Quin Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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Big Sisters really sisterlyP As the year pro- gressed, however, they showed their faithful- ness to us by making our freshman year a suc- cess. Outstanding events were our Freshman Plays, in which Janet Laing and Sally Shoop had major parts, tea dances four first ones, too!J , and of course, our most beneficial ad- dition-Miss McGrath, as our Class Advisor. The sight of Justine's house left in shambles and particularly the glimpse of Sue Low, dis- secting Justine's bicycle, will always be sym- bolic of a wonderful spring picnic. And who will ever forget Carla, the ofhcial rower of the day? New faces were Olive Barclay, Di- ana Bidden, Emma Dimond, Nancy Legare, Lee Newth, Alexandra Quandt, Sally Shoop, Patricia Sloan, Beverly Steere, Joy Totah, and Penny Watts, while Anne Stronach, Lena Bhatt, Leslie Copson, and Judy Jones disap- peared into the realms of outer space. In coming years, which number three, Commencement is our destiny. Forty-one pairs of twinkling, starry eyes wandered throughout big Study Hall. Were we actually, now, part of that large universe? The full realization came as soon as many of us took jobs as proctors. Again, some of us showed the world our stellar potentialities in the play, Good Housekeeping, which was presented with Moses Brown. We loved our spring picnic at Beverly's house, even if our ensuing skin tribulations manifested an over- dose of sun on Beverly's lovely lawn. Sidereal offshoots from our Sophomore galaxy were: Margarite Vastano, Sandra Lazarus, Judy Campbell, and Nancy Cornelius, but we now numbered Joy Peterson, Sandra Radcliffe, Edith Grossman, and an extra-special addi- tion from far-off Formosa, Christine Chang. As Junior stars at Lincoln School Each' hour brought nearer Senior rule. Never had we prophesied the sparkling ver- satility and gleaming business acumen we de- veloped in our Junior year. Proudly we ex- hibited our new class rings, we sharpened our glimmering wits on the May Scholastic Apti- tudes, for college was now less than a million light years away! Sue Low's class party was a grand impromptu occasion, we thought. A wonderful picnic assembled the Juniors and Seniors in the country. We demonstrated our wit at step-singing with our theme as rain, and our first prom will forever remain a starry spot in our memories. Shooting stars who did not follow our course into Senior Paradise Twenty-eight were Ann Greenhalgh, Molly Chafee, Sarah Greene, Patricia Sloan, Joy Totah, and Alex Quandt. However, our newest stars were Nancy Cornelius, ane Chishol Beth James, Emily Lynch, Elaine orrisse, Elizabeth Slack, Hannah Mfhitten, and Judith Johnson. Star light, star bright, The last class I see tonight: YVhen wishing on our star, you'll see The Class of 1953. Upholding Lincoln's tradition, our Senior year was the biggest and the best ! We both began and ended the year in- fyou've guessed itlj -the Senior Room. Although there were no omissions, one late-arrival was attracted to our Senior Galaxy, a star named Meredith Winter. Leaving a wonderful impression on the school critics, who issued roaring com- ments, we presented our Senior Play. The stars gleamed everywhere that night, but spe- cial mention goes to Barbara Benson and Carla Wright, better known to the audience as Androcles and the Lion . Following this production, we starred in our last Christ- mas Vespers. New Year's came and shooting stars suddenly shot across our Twelfth Magni- tude Universe-the Password: Yearbook. Photographers, statisticians, writers, commit- tees-everyone shot in all directions to make our Yearbook one the Universe will never for- get. We received our marks for the peace essays we wrote for history, and once again, we considered ourselves to be the poor-man's politicians. Taking the College Board ex- ams augmented our anxiety about college, perhaps a year from now we can look back through the eons between college and prep- school and shake with Olympian laughter. Meanwhile, the class received two lovely in- vitations: One was from Miss Cole, inviting us to a tea at schoolg the other, from Emma, our President, inviting us to a buffet dinner at her home. Finally, we approached the culmination of all our years at Lincoln, Com- mencement. Including our choice of gowns and the hope for nice weather, Commence- ment meant practice for the occasion, Class Day, the actual receiving of our diplomas, and -parting sentimentality. Our Prom made its lasting impression on us as our final fare- well. It's no wonder that we shall forever be starry-eyed when remembering our days at Lincoln. M. SHORE, Chairman S. RAINES N. CORNELIUS C. RIsoN S. Low B. WASHBURN

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Joining stars are now in view, Two in number-still quite new. In the second grade, the stage was set for Carol and Mary to begin their careers as po- tential nurses after visiting Dr. Reid at the Rhode Island Hospital. Will our prophecies come true? The Big Dipper has its start With seven starlets taking part. Joining the first two stars in our Big Dip- per were Jeannette Calif, Judy Fain, Sue Raines, Mary Reid, and Nancy Reid. What a wide range there was between learning the customs of cavemen and learning to make candlesg nevertheless, we were on 'the road to becoming great anthropologists, as well as domestic women. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, We saw Egypt near and far. Coming to our realm were Carolyn Rison and Barbara Benson, fortunate enough to en- ter just as Egypt became our classroom. How well we picture Miss Saunders as Queen Nefertiti, sitting majestically on her throne next to the blackboard and ruling us, her sub- jects. In contrast, polywogs monopolized the other half of our existence. Gleaming stars we soon became As with our soap we rose to fame. Our study of Colonial America was the background for our output of hand-made soapg however, our dubious mothers, unaware of our astonishing talents, tactfully threw out the product. Screen painting was entertain- ing to us, particularly to the newcomers- Margie Shore, Sue Low, Sandra Stone, and Ann Greenhalgh. Alas, we lost Carol Bevan and Jeannette Calif from our little galaxy that year. Shooting stars then streamed in fastg Many of them remained 'til the last. The newcomers were Lois Brown, Molly Chafee, Jane Goff, Mercedes Hutchison, Deb- bie Jones, Alice Read, Susan Richards, Mar- garite Vastano, and Betsy Washburn. Indeed the world of science made its startling im- pression on us, for . . . behold! VVe dissected a frog and wallowed through nature walks in the ravine. Even in the Field of decorum, science inflicted its lasting influence over us. Two major contestants, the Butterflies and Caterpillars , split our class in two. Each team received valuable points for good be- havior and admirable conduct. Besides be- ing scientists, we proved competition for Ad- dison and Steele with the publication of our annual newspaper. Our dramatic talents un- folded as we starred in Christmas Vespers. The following meteors burned out: Nancy Reid, Mary Reid, and Sandra Stone. All the stars throughout the sky Looked down. Behold! . . . Junior High! Reaching the upper atmosphere of Junior High School, the completion of Lower School made us feel as if we were literally walking on air. What a busy year! A successful spell- ing bee with Moses Brown heightened our superior attitude over the opposite sex. We anticipated our first long midyear exams. Many of us came to the conclusion, for the first time, that Ignorance is not bliss! As for the science final, Debbie fainted when she saw it and had to be carried out. During this year, we had a wonderful time exploring every nook and corner of the journal Build- ing. And, surely, no one has forgotten our presentations of The Necklace and Little Women, directed ably by Mrs. Grisley. New members of our stellar system were Carolyn Briggs, Carolyn Chase, Leslie Copson, Ina Dwares, Jane Gifford, Susan Goff, Judith Jones, Sandra Lazarus, Carolyn Sawyer, Joyce Sproul, Anne Stronach, and Sylvia Zweifel. Sorry we were to lose starlets Alice Read, Judy Fain, and Sue Richards. Adolescent stars were we- Sophisticated and carefree. Politics entered our young minds in the form of the 1948 elections, during which our class overwhelmingly elected Dewey. Thrust- ing ourselves into the political world, under the jurisdiction of Miss Eddy, we made a trip to the State House and later engaged in many vehement debates. Entering our political stronghold that year were Adelle Alba, Lena Bhatt, Judy Campbell, Janet Laing, Sarah Greene, Justine Mackie, Betsy Streit, and Carla Wright. Janet Butler shifted her orbit to Princeton. The path was set for future heights As high school soon meant studying nights. We like the wide open spaces was our motto as we rushed headlong into Upper School and its myriad activities. However, we were promptly put into our places under the stress of freshman initiation. Were our Twenty seven

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