Louise S McGehee School - Spectator Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

Text from Pages 1 - 76 of the 1941 volume:

nfwxf- - wmzwzv- - .,. GRADUATION ISSUE The peclalae LOUISE S. MCGEHEE SCHOOL New Orleans, La. Vol. 25-No. 3 Attention, Important Announcement Dear readers, we wish to announce that the Seniors do not write their own Prophecy or Last Will. It is most conveniently done for them. What do you think we are, anyway, conceited? Also, any cracks herein are made only in fun, and are made for the amusement of the school, and, perhaps, for the secret amusement of the staff. We beg of you to take them that way, for, you see, we love you anyway. EDITOR I Qedicatian With Love and Sincere Appreciation The Stag Dedicates This Issue to MRS. BENJAMIN W. YANCEY The Spectator Five Vol. 25 JUNE, 1941 No. 3 Editor ................... ......................,.... ....... M a rgaret Martinez Business Manager ....... ....... V irginia Smart Assistant Editor .,,,,,. ............. .Dottie Hecht Assistant Editor ........................ ......... J osephine Thomas Assistant Business Manager .......... ......... M ary Allen Jackson Assistant Business Manager .......... ............... C onnie Faust Art Editor ................................. .....,..... M ary Grey Assistant Art Editor .......... ......... C atherine Burns Assistant Art Editor ........ ..........,....... J oy Reynolds School News Editor ...... .......... Margaret Stevenson Exchange Editor ......... ...........,... A nne Suthon Joke Editor .........,.. Alumnae Editor ........... Circulation Manager .......... Senior Class Editor ........ Junior Class Editor, ...... . Sophomore Class Editor ....... ......... Freshman Class Editor.. .........June Barkerding ..........Janet Jones Johnston .........Rosemary Janssen ..................Etheldra Smith Mary McNeil Hopkins ..............Jane Alsobrook Six The Spectator gclilceiat WELL, I'm afraid the time has come to say good-bye, to make a formal bow for my class before our departure. You know it's rather hard to say good-bye formally to something you've lived with for eight years, and we've done just that, lived with, not in McGehee's. The school has reared us, taught us three-fourths of what we know, and watched us grow. For that reason there is rather a sentimental attachment concerned, and when one is feeling sentimental it is diflicult to be formal. However, I shall try, and, perhaps, the best way to begin is to tell what the school has meant to us, at least most of us, and what we, at least some of us, have meant to the school. School, regardless of our other interests, has truly been our life for the past four years. School, and the companionship that goes with it, the tears and the fun, the Dramatic Club, the Spectator or other out- side interests have been of more importance to us than anything else. We have learned many things, how to live with people, to recognize history dates, and how to pacify the faculty, and I truly believe that most of these things will help us later on in life. Yes, that's what McGehee's has meant to us, preparation for life. What we have meant to lVIcGehee's is an intangible something, I believe. No doubt most of us will be for- gotten three years from now, but I am sure we have left something behind us. A part of the personality of each one will remain to transmit the school greater and better, a part of each will be remembered though the name and face be forgotten. I want to believe this for it is hard to go on to something new and different, no matter how pleasant it might be . . . Well, what must be, is, so good-bye, be good, for myself and the Class of '41. Editor SOMEHOW or other another school year has gone by and already we're finding ourselves right in the midst of graduation. Most of us, who have been at McGehee's The Spectator Seven for several years, have gotten quite used to graduations-everything is very solemn and sentimental, there is some excitement over who will be sweater girl or get the Drama prize, and everyone dutifully weeps over their respective crushes. That, at least, is what gradua- tion has been for us up until this year. This graduation, however, will mean a great deal more, for it is more than a nice sentimental ending for an ordinary school year-for us Juniors it means the beginning of our most important year at McGehee's, and the last of any class that we shall be able to look up to as Seniors. Perhaps at the beginning of this year we didn't really appreciate these Seniors. To us who had worshipped and had crushes more than the usual class, it seemed that people whom we knewias well and who were so near our own age could never be really satisfactory Seniors. But now, at the end of the year, we realize how mistaken we were, for we have found that Seniors can mean a great deal more to us as friends whom we can work with and talk to than as unreal idols whom we worshipped from afar. There is never much to say at graduation except Goodbye, you've been swell, and we hate to see you go, and so I suppose we shall say it again this year. We think this Senior class has been swell, and though it is always hard to see how a new class is going to take the old one's place it is practically impossible now, when we' realize that the new class is us. We only hope that as Seniors we can do half as well. Assistant Editor, '42 T Fishing A dirty little boy sits by a pond With fishing rod in hand and Worms quite near, He sits so still with back against a tree That some would think that he was fast asleep. But if a fish should come and sink his cork His hands would ily to work and pull him in And string him on a weed that lies beside, And bait his hook and fling it back for more, This little boy who sits beside a pond, Who sits all day and waits for fish to bite. Eaves, '42 Santee flask The Spectator P4 , . wf9fyfff'M fr! I-. ,fag , 'Tiff 3 92 fe ' 'vb' BETTY BUNCOMBE Bxswsrizx Self-reverence, .felf-knowledge, xelfcontrol- There three alone lead life to .rovereign power. Student Body President 1413 Student Council Representative 1213 President of the Executive Committee 1413 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Gym Night Awards 11, 213 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Glee Club Presen- tation 11, 2, 3, 413 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 313 Choir 1413 Varsity 1313 Class Basket- ball 1313 Class Volleyball 13, 41 3 May Day 11, 413 Librarian 11, 2, 3, 413 Hiking Club 1413 Red Cross 141. ELLIE BARKLEY W1'rmansPooN Favors to none, to all Jbe Jmilex extendx, Of! Jhe rejertx, but never once ofIena'J. President of Student Council 141 3 Vice- President of Class 131 3 Asst. Business Man- ager of Spectator 1313 Circulation Man- ager 1213 Asst. Business Manager of the Nautilus 1213 Executive Committee 1413 Librarian 1313 Christmas Play 1413 Glee Club 11, 413 Dramatic Club gl, 2, 3, 413 Operetta 1413 Dramatic Club esentation 1113 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Gym Night Award 11, 2, 3, 413 May Day 11, 413 Class Volleyball Team 13, 413 C ass Basketball Team 11, 2, 3, 413 Class Baseball Team 11, 2, 313 Hiking Club 1313 Hiking Club Award 1313 Red Cross 141. dj aww, ,leafy dwell? an, if - ,4ffw.fA V J Lf A5-UQ W, . f 2 Lftfz 'X 1 I A J Ten I JJ The Spectator , I-if I , 5' -1.2 f i V' VU 1 'f' ,, V, ,. WMV, RUTH FISCHOFER Prompt to impwe, and fond lo dogmatizef' Prefect 1415 May Day 11, 415 Student Council 12, 415 Asst. Editor of the Specta- tor 1315 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club Presen- tation 1115 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Glee Club Presentation 11, 2, 3, 415 Executive Committee 1415 Christmas Play 1415 Class Basketball 1315 Secretary-Treasurer of Class 121 Playing Reading Committee 1315 Hiking Club 1315 Librarian 11, 2, 3, 415 Squad Captain 1315 Choir 1415 Secretary of Student Council 1415 Class Volleyball Team 131. s1,.g Vik '-1 I an I , 1' . ' 4 . MARGARET TREDWAY MARTINEZ Great iuim may Jometimex gloriouxly offend. Editor of the Spectator 1415 Dramatic Club Presentation 1115 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415Glee Club 11, 215 May Day 11, 415 Class Basketball Team 1115 Gym Night. Awards 11, 215 Hiking Club 13, 415 Hik- ing' Club Award 1315 Assistant Business Manager of the Spectator 1315 Assistant Art Editor of the Spectator 1215 Class Ed- itor 1215 Class Reporter 1115 Librarian 121 5 Play Reading Committee 13, 41 5 Class Volleyball Team 1115 Executive Commit- tee 1415 Student Faculty Committee 1315 Operetta 1115 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 Christmas Play 1415 Red Cross 1415 Work Shop Play 141. The Spectator 1 f 1, fy' Eleven , . I f ir , . VIRGINIA ANNE SMART Never elaled when one manlr opprexfd, Never deferred while d720ll?Ef,J' blenedf' Business Manager of the Spectator 1415 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Choir 11, 2, 3, 415 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 May Day 11, 415 Hiking Club 13, 415 Red Cross 1415 Student Council Representative 1315 Vice-President of Class 1215 Glee Club Presentation 11, 2, 3, 415 Christmas Play 1415 Class Basketball Team 1315 Gym Night Award 1315 Dram- atic Club Presentation 141. ANNE MONA ALDIGE If to her .fbare mme female error: fall, Look on ber fare and yau'll forget them all. Secretary of Class 141 5 May Day 11, 41 5 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 41 5 Class Basketball Team 1115 Libra- rian 13, 41 5 Christmas Play 141 5 Class Vol- ley Ball Team 121 5 Gym Night Award 111 5 Hiking Club 1315 Varsity 121. , .e , ' 'X 1 1 4,49 0' MV' Twelve The Spectator If MCM JUNE BARKERDING Of manners gentle, of affection! mildg In wit a man, simplirity, a child. President of the Athletic Association 141, Executive Committee 141g May Day 11, 413 Joke Edit0l' of the Spectator 1413 Class Editor 1313 Choir 12, 41, Varsity 12, 3, 415 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 41, Gym Night Awards 11, 2, 3, 415 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Glee Club Presentation 11, 2, 3, 41, Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Dramatic Club Presentation 12, 413 Class Basketball 11, 2, 3, 415 Captain of Basketball 1213 Class Baseball 11, 2, 313 Class Volleyball 11, 2, 3, 415 Red Basketball 11, 2, 3, 415 Basketball Awards 13, 413 Volleyball Cap- tain 131. KATHERINE LOUISE BOULET Silenre il more muxiral than any Jong. May Day 11, 415 Glee Club 11, 2, 313 Dramatic Club 1115 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 41g, Christmas Play 141g English History Prize 111. if f The Spectator - ' 47 JJ' f HJ Thirteen f f -1-L. ,JJ n If ffl! I png, 191' ' MARGARET ANN COUNCE 'Tix lbe wire of the Jluggard, I beard him com- plain, You bave waked me too Joan, I muft Jlumber agamf' Gym Night 11, 21 5 Gym Night Award 11, 215 May Day 11, 415 Glee Club 11, 2, 315 Varsity 1215 Secretary, Treasurer of Dra- matic Club 1415 Operetta 1115 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Christmas Play 141 5 Stu- dent Council 1115 Class Basketball Team MARY PATRICA DICKMAN G'obd humor only :eatin cbannx io lan, Still make: new ronquem, and mainlaim the past. Choir 12, 3, 415 Choir President 1415 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Glee Club Presen- tation 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club Presentation 11, 3, 4,15 May Day 11, 315 Work Shop Play 1215 Gym Night Awards 11, 215 Play Reading Committee 1415 Boots and Saddle Club 1115 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 Christmas Play 1415 Hiking Club 13, 415 Red Cross 1415 Squad Captain 13, 41. Q5 A 4-C. 1 -rf A421 ,wx 'VW - A1045 yjywfff 3 11511 Fourteen The Spectator at fi Q M iii! fr, 'wiv-,r-7 'L' cf wJ nl' VL, 9 ,off J ' ND Ng! 7-:Ji 'ff EVALYN HEARD DOOLEY How fluent nontenxe trirklex from ber tongue. Librarian 1415 May Day 11, 413 Drama- tic Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Hiking Club 13, 413 Student Council Representative 13, 413 Christmas Play 1413 Hiking Club Award 1115 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Gym Night Awards 11, 213 Red Volleyball Team 1413 Class Volley Ball 1413 Vice-President of Red Cross 141. DOROTHY ELIZABETH EAVES I haze nobody, I am al rbarity with the world. President of Glee Club 1413 Vice- President of Senior Class 1413 Gym Night Awards 11, 2, 3, 413 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Varsity 12, 313 Class Basketball Team 12, 3, 413 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Glee Club Presentation 11, 2, 413 Secre- tary of Student Body 1213 Student Council Representative 12, 313 Secretary of the Dramatic Club 131g Play Reading Com- mittee 1413 Gym Lieutenant 1413 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Senior Play 1413 Hik- ing Club 1313 Executive Committee 1313 Dramatic Club Presentation 1 1, 2, 3, 41? May Day 11, 41 3 May Day Maid 141 3 Class Volleyball Team 13, 41. The Spectator Flfteen BETH ODILE GLASS Good will if the migbtien practical force in the ur1iverJe. Christmas Play 1415 Student Council Representative 12, 315 Varsity 12, 3, 415 Varsity Award 131 5 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club Presentation 1215 Glee Club 11, 215 Spanish Play 1415 May Day 11, 415 Class Basketball 11, 2, 3, 415 Class Volleyball 12, 315 Captain Class Volleyball 1215 Red Basketball 12, 3, 415 Class Base- ball 12, 315 Red Baseball 12, 3, 415 Gym alight 11, 2, 3, 415 Gym Night Awards 11, MARY CATHERINE GREY Tbougb learned, well-bred, lbougl: well-bred, sincere, Modextly bold, and humanly revere. Glee Club 12, 3, 415 Glee Club Presen- tation 11, 215 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club Presentation 1415 Vice- President of Dramatic Club 141 5 Christmas Play 1415 Sweater Girl 1115 Class Presi- dent 1315 Student Council 13, 415 Student Faculty 1315 Executive 1315 May Day 11, 41 5 Chairman Social Service Activities 141 5 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 Gym Awards 11, 215 Hiking Club 13, 415 Gym Lieutenant 1315 Class Volleyball Team 1315 Ass't. Art Editor of the Spectator 1215 Art Edi- tor 13, 415 Art Editor of Nautilus 1215 May Day Duke 1115 May Day Queen 141. Sixteen The Spectator 131:03 by Q Us-44411, ,yvJy.1 N JANE CAROLINE HACKETT With pleumnl art the could redure, Men'.r talentx to their proper tue. Student Council 1213 Glee Club 11, 2, 413 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 413 Glee Club Presentation 1413 Choir 11, 2, 413 May Day 11, 413 Gym Night 11, 2, 413 Gym Night Awards 11, 2, 3, 413 Varsity 1213 Class Basketball Team 12, 41 3 Class Volley- ball Team 1413 Vice-President of Class 1213 Hiking Club 1413 Play Reading Com- mittee 1413 Gym Lieutenant 12, 41. X ROSEMARY JANSSEN Good nature and good Jenfe ever join. Class Editor of Spectator 1413 May Day 11, 413 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Glee Club Presentation 11, 2, 3, 413 Christmas Play 1413 Boots and Saddle Club 12, 313 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Gy-m Night Award 11, 2, 3, 413 Stu- dent Council 1413 Grey Basketball Team 1213 Grey Volleyball Team 1413 Librarian 12, 3, 413 Class Basketball Team 1213 ?panish Play 141 3 Westfelt Notebook Prize 21. The Spb ator Seventeen J I' rv, f 9 1 , 3 I 1 l .f 1 ,W ELIZABETH KLIPSTEIN ' 'Tix well to be merry and wife, Tix well lo be boneyt and true, Tix well to be off with lbe old love Before you are on with the new. Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Glee Club Pre- ion 1 2 3 4 Dramatic Club 11, sentat' 1 , , , 13 ' 2, 3, 413 Dramatic Club Presentation 11 213 Christmas Play 1413 May Day 11, 413 Squad Captain 1413 Hiking Club 13, 41-3 Class Volleyball Team 1313 Class Basket- ball Team 1213 Grey Volleyball Team 1213 Gy-m Nite Awards 11, 21. KATHERINE BROWN LACOUR Seeing only what if fair, Sipping only what ix Jweet, Tlzow don mork al fate and rare, May Day 13, 41 3 Cheerleader 141 3 Senior Christmas Play 1413 Glee Club Presenta- tion 1413 Varsity Volleyball 1413 Hiking Club 131 3 Class Basketball 131 3 Class Base- ball 1213 Gym Night 13, 41. 1' 'h' 4 , ff' rj, J ,U ff' A 1 f f if W, V -1 PV, rl If zfflw A wwf? f 1 fy Y 2 , I.- ,I .. ffbn., Eighteen The Spectator ' Q ' ' ' -cf'-4,143 ' VW . . -. s 5 4'1 i - 1 'H' l MINNA WADDELL LANE Charm ,flrikex the Jight, bu! merit wins the mul. Class Editor of the Spectator 1113 Stu- dent Council 1313 Librarian 1313 Head Librarian 1413 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 413 May Day 11, 413 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Gym Night Awards 13, 413 Gym Lieuten- ant 131 3 Executive Committee 141 3 Christ- mas Play 1413 Hiking Club 131. 1f,lf!'i qi 1 if N My w 4-1,611 1' 1, 3 , -J EVELYN LORRAINE LYONS 1 'J V Thur I Jleer my bark. and mil .vf On even keel. willy gentle gale. Student Council 1413 May Day 11, 413 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Gym Night Awards 11, 2, 3, 413 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Choir 12, 3,13 Christmas Play 1413 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Glee Club Presen- tation 12, 413 Class Volleyball 11, 2, 3, 413 Class Baseball 11, 2, 313 Class Basketball 11, 2, 3, 41 3 Varsity 13, 413 Red Basketball 12, 3, 413 Basketball Awards 13, 41. The Spectator VALERIE KATHERINE MARCHESSEAU God'J bleuing ix, after all, a good woman. Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 419 Gym Award 11, 21g Hiking Club 13, 413 May Day 11, 415 Glee Club 11, 2, 415 Operetta 11, 41g Dramatic Club 11, 41. , f f fklpz,-4 51,4 14? L14 f JACQUELINE MAYH EW A: good be our of the world as our of fafbionf' Glee Club 13, 413 Dramatic Club 13, 41 3 Varsity 1415 Volleyball Class Team 1313 Baseball 13, 413 Operetta 141g Gym Night 43, 415 May Day 1413 Grey Basketball eam 13, 41, Grey Volley Ball Team 13, 415 Librarian 13, 41g Christmas Play 141. fig The Spectator JOY NES Far eloquenre the mul, Jong charm: the sense. Glee Club 13, 419 Choir 13, 413 Drama- tic Club 131g Operetta 13, 415 Christmas Play 141g Gym Night 13, 413 May Day 141g Red Cross 141. Joy REYNOLDS With the :mile that was childlike and bland. Gym Night 13, 413 May Day 13, 413 Assistant Art Editor of the Spectator 141, Class Basketball Team 1313 Glee Club 13, 415 Operetta 13, 413 Treasurer of Red Cross 141g Christmas Play 141. The Spectator Twenty one ff ADAH SCHNEIDER Not in reward, but in the Jirength to Jtriue, the blemng hex. Class President 1113 Executive Commit- tee 1113 Student Council 1113 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 413 Gym Night Awards 11, 2, 3, 413 Hiking Club 13, 413 May Day 11, 413 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Operetta 11, 2, 3, 413 Dramatic Club 13, 41. ALTHEA SCHULZE Then little lbings are greai lo man. Captain of Reds 1413 Vice President of Class 1213 Student Council 11, 213 Glee Club 11, 2, 313 Choir 11, 213 Gym Night Award 11, 2, 313 May Day 11, 413 Libra- rian 1413 Gym Night 11, 2, 313 Operetta 11, 313 Saddle Club 12, 313 Christmas Play 1413 Varsity 12, 31. C -L1 .Q X X Qll.24.lm 5 ,171 X r Affjffj ff! 6 Twenty-two I' ap The Spectator Q7 6591 ,Q by JANE AUSTEN SEEMANN I anifted at the birth of that mon Jignifirant word 'flirtationf which dropped from the moxt beautiful mouth in the world. President of Dramatic Club 1415 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 Gym Night Award 1215 Christmas Play 1415 May Day 11, 415 Squad Captain 1215 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Hiking Club 1315 Glee Club-Presentation 1415 Execu- tive Committee 1415 Class Basketball Team 121. ANN BLANCHE SPPRINGER On the Jtage Jbe wax Jimple, natural, affecting, 'Twax only when .fbe wax off Jbe was acting. Glee Club 13, 415 Operetta 1415 Dra- matic Club 13, 415 Christmas Play 1415 Gym Night 12, 3, 415 May Day 12, 415 Hiking Club 13, 41. MV The Spectator R' Twenty-three NADYNE GIBBS STEINMAYER PefJuaxive Jpeerb, and more perxuafive Jiglaf, Silence ibut rpoke, and eloquence of eyexf' Treasurer of Class 1413 Class Lieuten- ant 141g Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 413 Gym Night Awards 1115 Hiking Club 13, 413 Hiking Award 1315 May Day 11, 415 Class Basketball Team 1113 Student Council 1113 Operetta 11, 31g Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 41g Librarian 141. MARGARET D'HEUR STEVENSON The glory of u firm, rapaciouf mind. Choir 13, 41g Glee Club 13, 415 Glee Club Presentation 13, 415 Christmas Play 1413 May Day 13, 415 Class Volleyball Team 1313 School News Reporter 1413 Gym Night 13, 41 5 Student Council 141. Qi Q Jim' zu. ax 'N . lx 41 4 ,avi N11 Wgfk , XX af? 1 'I '1 gy! J' Twenty-four ii ly, 7 I The Spectator o l I l ' A . J , . H 1 16' A 0-BJ' K ,ff ' JH 0 .J N- , ,X N 9 Nl rf g Q 1 JN, X N5 X xxx .X .N . w it Xxx ANNE MEREDITH SUTHON For God'J Jake, give me a young woman with hraim enough to make a fool of herxelff' May Day 11, 453 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 453 Gym Awards 11, 253 Student Body Treasurer 135 3 Exchange Editor of Specu- tor 1453 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 453 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 453 Operetta 11, 3, 453 Dramatic Club Presentation 11, 453 Work- shop Play 1453 Play Reading Committee 1453 Librarian 13, 453 Student Council Representative 1453 Executive Committee 1353 Hiking Club 13, 453 Hiking Awards 13. 453 Class Lieutenant 1453 Class Base- ball Team 1353 Class Basketball Team 1253 Christmas Play 1453 Red Cross 145. MARGARET ANN TRENCHARD Nowhere so huxy a man af he there n'aJ, And yet he Jeemed huxzer than he wax. President of Senior Class 145 3 Secretary- Treasurer of Class 1353 Vice-President of Class 1153 Executive Committee 1453 Stu- dent Council 1453 Asst. Editor of Specta- tor 1353 Choir 11, 2, 3, 453 Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 453 Dramatic Club 11, 2, 3, 453 Operetta 11, 2, 3, 453 Christmas Play 14lS May Day 11, 453 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 453 Gym Night Award 11, 253 Librarian 11, 2, 35 3 Class Basketball 115. The Specmtor ANN BOYD WEST Life if 4 jefl, and all things 5lJow.i1,' I fbought .ro once, but now I know il. Varsity Captain 1415 Class Basketball Team 11, 2, 3, 415 Red Basketball Team 11, 2, 3, 415 Varsity 12, 3, 415 Class Base- ball Team 11, 2, 3, 415 Red Baseball Team 11, 2, 3, 415 Class Volleyball Team 13, 415 May Day 11, 415 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 Gym Night Awards 11, 2, 3, 415 Glee Club 1215 Class Basketball Captain 11, 2, 3, 415 Red Volleyball Team 13, 415 Operetta 121. AUDLEY IVENS WHEELER And .vbe went, Jmiling, irmorenl, and my. Glee Club 11, 2, 3, 415 Choir 11, 2, 3, 415 Gym Night 11, 2, 3, 415 May Day 11, 415 Secretary-Treasurer of Glee Club 1315 Red Cross 1415 Hiking Club 1415 Christ- mas Play 1415 Vice-President of the Glee Club 1415 Varsity 1215 Student Council Representative 1215 Gym Night Awards 11, 215 Operetta 11, 2, 3, 415 Play Read- ing Committee 141. LU -1 . inn 00711 I-T .Y 117 . 0 0, 3 'to'-00 50.4 ll -QL' Ps My 44,45 ffl: J. N O-CD-O I ff N XM, 7 M154 N x , . Iivi Twenty-six The Spectator fast wiu, Testament WE, the Senior Class of the L. S. McGehee School, being of sound mind, only slightly impaired rea- son, but infirm health fdue to overworklb do give and bequeath our worldly goods, both tangible and intangi- ble, as follows: We, the said Seniors, leave our remarkable good looks to the whole school so that we will be remembered forever after. We solemnly bequeath our good humor, our catty remarks, and our potential ability, fit never got farther than the potential stage! in hopes that these glorious characteristics will be put to better use by the incoming classes. We will our cherished front steps, and our other privileges to the Juniors, now new Seniors. I, Betty Brewster, do give and bequeath the power behind my mallet to the new President of Student Body, my ability to take a good permanent to all the straight- haired gals roaming around school. I, Ellie Witherspoon, do give and bequeath my in- tense love and loyalty of McGehee and my sympathetic understanding to the new Student Council President. I also will my ability to get on with everyone to Connie Faust. I, Ruth Fischofer, leave my superior air, which is needed by a Prefect, to the new one, my neatness to Martha McDonough, and my petiteness to Tee Rand. I, Margaret Martinez, leave my baby, The Spectator, to, I'm afraid, the much more capable hands of the new editor, and my ability to get by with no work to Carmer Clabaugh, who needs it. I, Margaret Ann Trenchard, leave my big brown eyes to Dot Berea, Qlearn to us them as well as I do Dotlj, and my love of long fingernails to Robin Berckes. I, Mona Aldige, leave my brunette beauty to the rest of the school to divide up-there's enough to go around. I, June Barkerding, leave my greek beauty to Glenny Wiegand, along with my feet-she can have them! The Spectator Twenty-seven I, Katharine Boulet, leave my much envied ability to go to sleep in boring classes to anybody who can get away with it. . I, Margaret Ann Counce, leave my ability to tie slip-knots in the stag line, which was left to me by Ann Ivens, to McDonogh, Moran, and Gibbens, Inc. I, Patty Dickman, leave my perpetual good humor and unique giggle to Tallula Voelker. I, Evalyn Dooley, leave my appealing Cocker Spaniel air to Mary McNeil Hopkins. I, Dottie Eaves, leave my acting ability to cousin Olive, and my cute trimness to Martha Helm. I, Beth Glass, leave my ability to get sunburned painlessly to Betsy Ann Hezlett. I, Mary Grey, leave my all-round helpfulness to Dottie Hecht, and my artistic ability to the school-They'll need it next year. I, Jane Hackett, leave my angelic looks to Ann Johnston, and my sweetness to Rosemary Gugert. I, Rosemary Janssen, leave my scientific mind to the incoming Chemistry Class. I, Elizabeth Klipstein, leave my line of drool to allthe under- classmen who get stuck for conversation with their dates. I, Polly Lane, leave my Puritanism to the whole student body to share. They need it. I, Lorraine Lyons, leave my ice-skating ability to Marie O'Hara. I, Catherine LaCour, leave my train of stags to the dormitory so they won't be lonesome when I'm gone. I, Bobbie Marchessau, leave my ability to waltz to Mary Allen Jackson. I, Jackie Mayhew, leave my style and figure to Jackie Le Roi. I, Joy Nes, leave McGehee's at last, thank goodness. I, Joy Reynolds, leave my sweetness to the whole fcensoredj sarcastic Junior Class. I, Adah Schneider, leave my little feet to Pat O'Hara. I, Althea Schulze, leave my well used bottle of white shoe-polish to Mary Pugh-Take a hint, Mary! I, Jane Seemann, leave my flirting ability to Nancy Nunez and Charlotte Coats, who seem to get on well enough on their own. I, Virginia Smart, leave my singing ability to Yvonne Claiborne. I, Nadyne Steinmayer, leave my waistline to Dee Dee Havard, and I give the R.0.T.C. back to Tulane. I, Ann Springer, leave my love of angora sweaters to Tee Moran, Twenty-eight The Spectator I, Meg Stevenson, leave my red hair to Joel Oliver and Ann Burdette. I, Anne Suthon, would leave my brains to the Honor Roll, but Margot says that I might have need of them later on, so instead I'll leave my odes and treasure hunts to Aunt Janet, Saint Doro- thea, and Tiger. I, Ann West, leave my universal popularity to Connie Faust, and my legs to Caroline Rau., I, Tete Wheeler, leave my music and poetry to delight the whole school. In conclusion, We, the whole Senior class, leave, to delight the school! Cheerio! - Popularity Contest i Most Popular ....................... .......... A nn West, Margaret Ann Counce Most Likely to Succeed ......... ....... M argaret Martinez, Anne Suthon Best All Around .................. ..................... A nn West, June Barkerding Prettiest ............................. .......................... M ona Aldige, Jane Hackett Best Dressed ....... ......... M argaret Ann Counce, Jackie Mayhew Best Athlete ............ ............................ A nn West, June Barkerding Most Attractive ........, .......... M argaret Ann Counce, Jackie Mayhew Brightest ........................ ............... A nne Suthon, Margaret Martinez Best School Citizen ......... ................... E llie Witherspoon, Mary Grey Most Sophisticated ...................... Margaret Ann Counce, Ann Springer Hardest Worker .................................... Mary Grey, Margaret Martinez Most Personality..Jackie Mayhew, Margaret Martinez, Kathy LaCour Best Dancer ........................................................ Dottie Eaves, Ann West Biggest Flirt ............................................ Jane Seemann, Kathy LaCour Most School Spirit ........ ........... E llie Witherspoon, Mary Grey Sweetest .................................................... Virginia Smart, Dottie Eaves Most Poise .................................................... Dottie Eaves, Ann Springer Most Fickle ........ Jane Seemann, Elizabeth Klipstein, Audley Wheeler Wittiest .................................................... June Barkerding, Anne Suthon Peppiest ............................................................ Kathy LaCour, Ann West Craziest ...................... ........ June Barkerding, Evalyn Dooley Most Common Sense ....... .......... M argaret Martinez, Ruth Fishofer The Spectator Twenty-nine fpwphecy Dear Margot: When are you coming home? All America is wait- ing for our newest satire on American school life. I hope that this season in New York will be as successful as last year's. I have already contacted Mary Grey, who is going to do the costumes and scenery for us again, and, of course Dottie Eaves is playing the lead. Guess whom I saw the other day! None other than Lorraine, June, and Patty, who are up for the ice-skating. Imagine that, after spending the summer in the hospital for incurable broken necks. Please do be back for next week! Virginia Smart is opening at the Met., and she gave me ten tickets which I simply can't get rid of! But, all kidding aside, I'm sure she'll be a great success. I hope you saw Tete while you were in New Orleans. She's doing well in Dorothy Dix's shoes, giving advice to the lovelorn. She spends most of her column advising Klippie, who hasn't grown up yet. Have you seen the latest picture of Little? She's doing so well as a stocking model. Rosemary takes all her pictures. Judging from her early camera shots, I always knew she'd be a success. Joy and Katherine Boulet are happily married now, to those two boys they used to double date with all the time. They each have two darling kids who play to- gether. Mona has finally made her choice from her many Suitors-married an Australian sheep-rancher, and left last month. I just heard the news from June. They sailed on one of Maggie Joe's husband's liners. You might know that glamour girl would marry a million- aire. As everyone expected, Hackett married Charlie, and I just heard she's had a baby boy. She's awfully disap- pointed because she can't Very well send him to Vassar. I got a letter from Ruth the other day. She's mak- 1 Ep 53' Q '4 'fy g I vi' i Y I 1 I I 1 If 50 sl Thiffy The Spectator ing loads of money being the voice in Walt Disney's cartoons. Her lovely face is seen in all the upper social set parties. On my last airline trip, guess who was the hostess? Betty Brewster! She says she loves to take care of the men when they get seasick, but her young husband doesn't seem to appreciate the idea. Beth and her handsome Tulane football player husband were on the plane, too, on their honeymoon. Polly has started a home for homeless cats, and is doing well. How would you like to buy a cat from her? I can hear you scream right now, I hate cats! They say that cats add a homey atmos- phere, but I believe that it is the tea and home-made angel food cake that does it for Polly. Bobbie has gone into interior decorating and is getting along beautifully. She just decorated a West Palm Beach bungalow for Joy Reynolds who is getting married this month. I had lunch yesterday with Jackie. She never eats anything, so I ate her lunch for her. fStill up to my old tricks.JJ She says a model's job is so restricting on the diet, but, well, I guess it's worth it. I got a letter from Meg the other day, She's still in France- a foreign correspondent, you know. She's just married a French count, and is so excited! Nadyne was in town the other day. She married a naval officer, keeps the sailors happy by just standing around the ship looking happy, and pretty. Ada has a kindergarten now-all the Park Avenue socialites send their children to her. I hear Ellie's doing a wonderful job as president of the Junior League. They say her husband is very proud of her. Althea is doing so well combining the job of career woman and wife. She has a dress shop for college girls on fifth avenue. Trenchard is teaching gym at McGehee's now. I always knew she'd do something executive. Katherine LaCour and her husband have a new plantation. She's invited us to come down for a week or two. I hope we can go, she's such a charming hostess. Ann Springer hasn't married yet. She's gone into psychiatry now. I'm worried about the morals of New Orleans, knowing her theories on marriage. Drooley is in town. She married two years ago, and is com- plaining bitterly about the neglected life of a doctor's Wife. The Spectator Thirty-one I read about Seemann's latest garden party in the society col- umn. She's really feting in the social set. By the way, I dropped in on the Home for Feeble Minded Females. You always see some old classmates there. It reminds me of Senior Study Hall. I really must stop now. Hurry back! Lots of love, SUTHON. 1-T-il... Us Our song will never cease to be for us A melody of night and wind and stars. And when the tempest drowns my last good-night, No cloud shall shroud the light within your eyes. No symbol of eternal dark shall choke The effervescent warmth of silent love. And then, we shall be gone away from night, Enfolded in the songs of nightingales Enchanting every creature half asleep. The night will go, and we must leave the night, But we, the night, and nightingales will sing, 'Though all but love has parted with the dawn. Clabaugh, '42. -1-.-....l.. My own true love gave me a flow'r So lovely and so rare, That I could keep within my bow'r So he would always linger there. I love him deep, I love him true To him my love I can't reveal Because he does not love me too, Oh, would that I his love could steal. His car is of the finest grey His uniform of blue and white, If I could only near him stay I'd never let him from my sight. Oh, but if I could only win, His pretty little Delta pin. Desmare, '42. Thirty-two The Spectator ease and fpae ey Father Divine IWHILE visiting in New York this summer, we came across a very interesting thing. My aunt had hired a follower of Father Divine's great religious sect, as a cook. When she phoned the agency, they said they would send over one of their servants. They told Margaret that her name was Strong Faith. Faith got us all very inter- ested in Father Divine and brought us a copy of C New Day, J a weekly publication of the sect. We found that people of any race or creed could belong to the religion of Father Divine. They must first drop their real names and take up some pretentious religious name like Strong Faith. They also had to give up their families and their homes, their business and their money. They put their money in little drawers and the Father's Angels take the money away. Of course, Father Divine gets the money but the poor followers believe that the angels have taken it and use it for the good of all Father's followers. He lets them have enough for clothes, carfare, etc. When they become a member of this sect, they usually work for him. All the men and women live in separate dormitories and there is no segregation of races. The white women sleep next to the colored women and they are happy, and friendly, calling each other by their first names as if they were sisters. They worship Father Divine just as we worship God, and other people worship idols. In their little weekly magazine New Day there is a date on each new page as in a newspaper. It is printed ike this, June 14, A.D.F.D., meaning In the year of our Lord, Father Divine. Faith also told us of the ravishing dinners he gives in his different heavens He also has them at twelve o'clock noon, but they are never very full as most of the people are working then. The followers go to these places after their work or recreation and sing, confess their sins and, sometimes when they sing so much they have The Spectator Thirty-three emotional fits. They go around yelling and screaming and praising the Father. He comes to the various heavens at different intervals. One night my Mother, Uncle, Aunt, and I decided we would go to one of Father Divine's Heavens. We arrived upon the scene at about twelve mid-night. He was supposed to get there about one o'clock. When you go in, if you want to eat you buy a ticket for fifteen cents and sit at one of five or six long tables. There is a balcony all around the huge room where the visitors and the people sit who are followers but don't care to eat. They passed around orange-crush and free ice cream cones but my uncle insisted upon paying, so they took two cents. After many songs praising him, in walks Father Divine, a very short, chubby, dark Negro who has scattered gray hairs in his slightly bald head. Behind him came a tall, heavy, gray-headed Negro woman. When we asked who she was the reply was Mother Divine. But, I thought he didn't believe in marriage, we all said in amazement. She's not his wife. The newspapers and magazines criticized him for not having a Woman to take care of him. Therefore, he hired this woman as a housekeeper, calling her Mother Divine. He also has a young white girl about twenty, as his private secretary. He doesn't believe in more than two or three hours of sleep. Soon a silver-haired woman, who seemed to be in charge of the dining room, started handing dishes of food to Father Divine. He put a fork or spoon in each and passed them on. We later found out that he was blessing the food. They served chicken, fish, roast beef, pork, veal, many starches, gravies, all kinds of vegetables, corn bread, biscuits, raisin bread, rolls and light breadg also many kinds of cake and fruit. After a while, they started passing the things all over again. The followers all have perfectly beautiful manners at the table and elsewhere. They love to have visitors. Those in the balcony will gladly stand up and let you have their place. They say Father Divine, himself, has a 332,000 Dusenberg with a gold throne in it. A white chauffeur takes him around. When one of the followers answers the phone, he always says, Peace, Mrs. --'s residence, and when you say good-bye, he will say, Peace, have a good time. They are not allowed to say Hello or Good-bye. Father Divine has done much good in this so-called mission. Faith said she used to be a strong underworld character who smoked and drank all the time. She has scars all over her face and neck Thi1'fY'f0U1' The Spectator and looks as if she was in a terrible fight at one time. No smoking or drinking is allowed in the faith. Most of the followers don't drink Coca-Cola because Father Divine doesn't serve it at his place up the Hudson River. The F. B. I. has been investigating his outfit and knows there is something crooked, but the mystery is a hard one to solve. They can't prove that he is running a racket. Father Divine's people believe that he has lived always and will never die. They praise him and say, Father Divine, God ,Almighty-saver of Heaven and Earth. This all seems to be a fairy tale, but it is actually true because we visited Father Divine's largest Heaven this summer and I do believe that I have never enjoyed anything quite so much. If you should ever visit New York, you should not fail to see one of his many Heavens. Burdette, ,44 ll.......l.-..-- My Dearest Daughter: . Although this is a very busy day, today, please come aside into a quiet room where you and I can visit for a few minutes. You see I was afraid for a while that you would feel that you didn't mean anything to us as we did not come to your graduation. Now, I know that I was wrong, for all the miles between us will make no difference, and we will always be close to each other. This is going to be a very happy and a very sad day today. You will feel confused emotions pulling at your heartstrings and will not know what to do about them-I will tell you. Hide them forever, but don't cast them off. Remember and cherish them. These emotions are valuable. You are wondering at this, I can almost see the flicker of doubt pass through your eyes. Why remember an emotion? Whylcherish it? Remember and cherish it because it is a stepping stone. A little later in life you will meet a stone, not exactly like this one, but very nearly like it. Thus through your life you will pass from one crisis to another. and somehow the emotions will be cut from the same material, and be- cause you have become familiar with each one among the road each new one will be easier to take. Graduation! Yes they were pleasant, those high school years! Perhaps they are the happiest of all your youth. Because of this you are, undoubtedly feeling blue, and wish that you could live on in high school for many years to come. I've heard adults tell young people, Don't ever forget your high school years, they are the happiest of your life. 1 f ' The Spectator Thirty-five I feel as though they were speaking hypocritically, or maybe they are too stupid to know when they are well off. In a way it is true. High school years are the happiest in our Youth, but there are so many happier years in a woman's life. So, don't feel too blue because you fear to leave all happiness behind you. There are compensating joys for each of the responsibilities that you, as an adult must take on. When you grow up you find the joy of living for another's hap- piness. I shan't lecture any longer. It wasn't intended to be that really, but I didn't want my little girl to feel unhappy about such poppy- cock. Enjoy every bit of your day, and forget as much as possible the tears for lost years. There is entirely too much for you to look forward to for you to harbor such thoughts. Your Father and I have been very busy lately as the President of the Company came down yesterday. Father brought him in for lunch without any warningfwhich is so like a man. We gave a cocktail party for your Aunt Betty who is only here for the week-However all the guests have gone now and the house is quiet. Through the still evening Father and I have been listening to the ocean roar, the low groan of a steamer's fog horn, and the bell of the littlef Methodist Church around the corner. They all make us think of you and how you love these peaceful evenings. We are counting the days 'till you will be back with us. Your Father sends all his love to you. We will be thinking of you, and if you do think of us in the rush, remember we are close to you, no matter how many miles are put between us. With much love, Your Devoted Mother. 1 Mist Mist rises from the earth, steaming and white. It covers the foundations of the very world And leaves only, the peaks and pinnacles Standing, dreamlike, floating, changing, Rising and falling with the gentle currents Of theair. Then it flees, silently as it came. , The world, is real and hard once more. Stevenson, '41 Thirty-Six The Spectator The Proud Heart I know a heart that's emptyg I know a life that's bare Of any deed or trial of love. The purity it cherished Is ever, ever, there. But where's that earthly joy, unfound above? It says, He never kissed me, And thinks with so much pride Of any heart not conquered by love's food. It says, That arrow missed me, Yet thinking of that kiss, The proud heart says, Oh, how I wish he Would. . The Magic Bow Manuel Komroff The Magic Bow by Manuel Komroff comes very near to the class called fictionized biography, yet it really seems much more like a thrilling novel. Komroff has written another excellent book, Coro- net, which is much the same type, but I believe, a great deal better written. The story concerns Nicolo Paganini, and begins with his aid to a French prisoner in Genoa, through whom he gets his first Strada- varius, and continues through his career to the point where he is the master violinist of the world and has achieved success, and fulfillment of the love for a young countess, both of which he has desired all his youth. It is an excellent study of a persevering young person, poor but remarkably talented, in his fight for his place in the sun . In his many contacts with people you realize the magnetic force he im- peled. On one occasion he received, as a gift, a fine violin perfectly suited to his unique technique, for which he ordered a bow especially made. To the superstitious people of the time, the bow was the as- surance of success for Paganini. The book is not great but extremely well written and very inter- esting. Amazingly enough, it is absolutely without the tainted touches, for Paganini was a man who did no philandering and stuck to his art. It is nice to find an artist for a change without the usual in- stincts native in so many others. The book is well worth reading for pure enjoyment. The Spectator ' Thirty-seven Things About McGehee's I'1l Never Forget THE. WHOLE eight years-and we're almost at the end. Every day has been full of things we've done and seen, and though I'm sure that I can't remember everything, there are a few things in this school that I'll never forget. How we ate in the fifth grade--Jane, Harriott, Little, and Tete at one table, Margo and I at another, while the rest of them yearned to be invited to sit at the first table with the big four . . . how we used to play Capture and Tete would torture us on the see-saws . . . that Mayan festival we gave because we liked history so much .... The sixth grade--the time we dropped a worm down Mrs. Hearn's back because it was April Fool's day and she got back at us with an arithmetic test . . . the experienced feeling of watching new girls enter the fifth grade .... Seventh-we were really beginning to grow up-our first exams . . . our first crushes on Seniors . . . giggling in physiology class . . . smoking pipes on the Easter house party .... Eighth-the glory of being at the head of the grammar school . . . Jane Hackett, the first student body president of the grammar school . . . the birth of the Tattler and the fun we had printing it ourselves . . . history class, or rather the lack of one . . . exploring the roof and the secret passages on the third floor . . . dancing school Friday nights and real dances every Saturday night . . . Suddenly we were Freshmen and in the high school-May Day, and how it rained for the first time in I don't know how many years . . . being in our first Dramatic Club production Cin the important role of' the Third Woodcutter's Childi . . . Community Week . . . the twenty- fifth anniversary and all that went with it .... Sophomore year--the first class with Mrs. Yancey, who had bawled us out so efiiciently in our youth . . . our silliness and use- lessness . . . the Nautilus . . . carrying the daisy chain for our sister class .... Junior-sitting on the back row in Latin fmy book is evidence of thatl . . . Chassy being amusing in French class . . . the excitement of electing fellow classmates to major offices .... The Senior year, best of all-the thrill of really being a Senior at last . . . the chlorine experiment in chemistry and how we coughed and sneezed for the next twenty-four hours . . . Little and Jackie in Senior Study Hall . . . working on the Spectator . . . Baby Day . . . the swell May Day . . . how the work piles up when hot weather sets in . . . college boards . . . those awful final exams . . . graduation! Thirty-eight The Spectator Happy are those Climbing the sky ' Laughing, shouting With upward eye. Beating, pounding, Demanding praise, Ambitious, careful, A soul to raise. Suppressing emotion Forgetting to love, Seeking a goal Gleaming above. Challenging evil, Not thinking to flee. Onward forever To VICTORY! ,,L,l1L..1-1-1- The Room CChcw'acter sketches of juniorsj LIKE all old rooms. This one was built around the bed, an elaborate, massive structure of the late nineteenth century. Many people had slept in that bed, some gaining strength, some inspiration, some losing sorrow and past mistakes in rest and preparation for the next day. Just as the bed had touched and changed many people, they also had left their impression on the bed. It had the dignity and prestige of an established monarchy. Right across from the bed stood the dressing table. At first glance it wasn't very striking looking, peaceful and placid, but defi- nitely not outstanding. On looking closer it was exquisite. The skirt was of pale blue dotted swiss, very sweet and very demure. As a sudden dash of color, quite a surprise, a red ribbon ran around the top. All over the top of the table were scattered different articles of vanity-Red Velvet lipstick, Black Mask nail polish, nail files, combs, brushes, hand lotion, powder, and tenderly tucked away in one corner was a bottle of Matchitbelli perfume, often opened but never used. A simple, gold leaf mirror hung above the table. Underneath The Spectator Thirty-nine the mirror and the skirts was the sturdy little table. It never rocked. It never changed. It was always the same. The whole effect was delicate but dependable. In an alcove, slightly aloof, stood the secretary. It was a hand- some, dark piece of furniture, straight as a poker. It looked at the other furniture with a slightly condescending air. It was so self important and self-sufficient with its cubby holes full of messy, scribbled notes and -its stacks of books, that the other furniture was slightly awed by it. A .huge dictionary chock full of long, fifty cent words was placed within easy reach. Yet squashed between the rumps of two horses, almost-as if it was ashamed, was a tiny volume of love poems. A Stuck over in one corner stood a slightly shabby overstuffed armchair. It was covered with a once bright, rose chintz, now slightly faded. It wasn't an outstanding pieceof furniture. It didn't even have the quiet, demure beauty of the dressing table. No one ever noticed at first but everyone was slowly drawn to it like a pin to a magnet. There was no escaping it. It was a soft, easy-going, good natured chair, 'very reflective and pokey. It wasn't very ener- getic, but you could stay in it for hours without getting uncomfort- able or bored. It was the most hospitable thing in the whole room. For the finishing touch a small vase with a single red rose in it was placed on the secretary. It nodded and beckoned to everyone saying, Hello , It was so friendly and graceful, bobbing on its long, Willowy stem. Its scent filled the whole room with such a pure, sweet smell, that none could think, much less say anything mean while around it. It was definitely an extrovert rose, bouncing around attracting a lot of attention, but it was so friendly and poised, and always in such a good humor that it was impossible not to like it. Everybody liked it and it liked everybody. It was this final touch that made the room so homey. ' E. Smith, '42 - Liebestod Come, drink the sacred tears That water vineyards of the untold years. Come, grasp the golden cup of vintaged dreams Whose hopes, fermented, rise, it seems, Once more before the final taste Of death,-exquisite waste. Carmer Clabaugh, '42 Forty The Spectator Soft through the shadows of purplish hue Gently the music comes stealing on wings Of light. The tone grew deep and warm With life and breath. The artist's bow O'erdrew the stringsg the sound was rich And full, still lingered vibrantly Although no morethe master played. Each gentle curve, the smooth dark wood, The chin rest cool, the graceful bow Enhanced the eye, and soothed the mind. The full, sweet notes awoke the sense Of sound, unused, and quickened it To pulsing beat. The gleaming eye, The wondering look, all swept along With beauty's urging power. The sound Increased, the bow crashed down then Upward swept, again it fell And this time stayed to rest beside Its master's quiet form. The light Grew dim, then faded into dark. The purple turned to blackg the notes No more were heard, and silence deep As death sank over all. Blind Bob vu Old Blind Bob died the other day, just went to bed and never woke up. All the school kids are going to chip in and put up a statue to him. I guess it will be one of the first statues ever put up to a man who never done anything great but was just great in him- self. He must have been pretty old, 'cause Pa knew him when he was a boy. Every recess, Pa said, he'd come around to the school and talk to the kids. Pa said that he knew every boy and girl in the city of Montgomery by name. I didn't know him very well, but every summer I went to visit Bennie, he would pass by, blowing his trumpet and peddling his candy, stuff his wife made. It surely was good too, especially the sugar taffy. Everytime I'd hear his trumpet I'd run out to buy some. He didn't know who I was, but he always had something nice to say. One day weihad a long talk about the Italians and the Ethiopians, and he made me feel like he really liked me. I guess that's why everyone liked him so much, because he was so friendly. Anyway it surely was a shock when old Blind Bob died. 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Every time he comes she's either sick or has some excuse for being absent. Besides, this will be the fifth time he's been here and you've been there exactly twice. Three times, Mom. Don't contradict. You certainly don't expect me to count the time you went over there and had cold ham and potato, do you? Your poor old Mother! While you sit in English Class doing Algebra home- work, which, incidentally, your father got a note from the principal about, and spend the night out at football practice, I stay home wash- ing and mending. A lot of gratitude you have. Johnnie, how many times have I told you not to wash your filthy hands in the kitchen sink. Well, Katie's been in the bath tub ever since I got home. Kindly relate what the special occasion is. Don't be impudent, young man. .She's going out with that lovely new boy down the street. You mean that Sidney Farbs, thing? Oh, Mom, have a heart, he's the biggest sissy in Central High. Think of the poor girl's repu- tation! That's exactly what I am doing. Just for your information I think he's one of the nicest boys either of you know. Besides, Kather- ine must associate with as many people as possible. Don't forget, he went to the Simmons School for Young Gentlemen, and he can in- troduce her to all his friends. Once she gets that ball rolling . . . Aw, listen mom, speaking from a m.an's point of view, I'll see your mind at ease right now. You're not going to have a bit of trouble pawning sis off, she's strictly O.K. John Horace Wimple, 'I have a mind to-oh, here's your father, good evening, Michael. Did you have a hard day at the office? You can't imagine what's been going on here. The boiler broke and some- one stole the gate in the back yard, the club meets here tomorrow and- Which club, dear? Oh, the 'Anti-War, You Women of America! But, let me tell you what's really the matter. The Spectator Fvrty-three Um, mind if I sit down ? 4 A Don't interrupt! Anyway there are sixteen people coming and I only have fifteen fingerbowls that match, I ordered a dozen more. The trouble is, they haven't come as yet. Harriet, my dear, you're slipping. Fingerbowls are out of style. Oh, but they're so pretty, you know, and I wanted to show them off so badly. Why don't you take a few and fill them with roses? You could buy them cheap- Heavens no, Michael, one of the women who is coming tomorrow has a cousin working as a clerk in the florist. If he ever told her what we paid ! ! ! Sweet, I have something I must tell you about! Oh, Michael, I nearly forgot. 'I'm sure you won't mind, for you know how Kate loves pretty things. Anyway, I was downtown this morning and I saw the most stunning fur jacket. I suddenly realized that she never had one, which is, of course, essential in the making of a well-rounded young lady. So you bought it. That's right. Are you angry, dear? Please, Harriet, would you let me speak? Just wait a minute. No, you're angry now, but tomorrow you'll see it all differently, so we'll forget all about it for the time being. Now, dear, I've spent all afternoon looking through the Family Bible for famous ancestors and I couldn't find one. You wouldn't have any who came over on the Mayflower, would you? After all, Katherine's got to have some- thing to brag about. My dear wife, even if I had ten that came over on that partic- ular voyage I wouldn't admit it, because three-fourths of them were prisoners. Now, would you please let me tell you something of vital importance ! I hope you're going to get after Johnnie very soon, if that's what you're referring to. Really he's getting out of hand. I was shocked when his teacher told me we hadn't been to Sunday School for the past two weeks. Not that he learns anything when he does go, but it's the point that the Wimples have always had the repu- tation for being faithful church-goers. Besides, you pay ten dollars a season for the pew. Do you like this nail polish? Honestly, you men don't realize how lucky you are. Any time something comes up, you just slick down your hair and straighten your tie--but the women! Speaking of women, darling, I really think it's about time Forty-four The Spectator we had a serious talk with Kate. She's sixteen now and quite superior to the other girls of her age. What do you mean by superior? We-ll, uhh, she wears lipstick and uh-wears l-lipstick. Yes, what else? Oh, I don't know, but I do think we should talk to her about- well, about boys, for instance. After all, she's beginning to go out with them and I think we should do everything in our power to im- press it upon her how important it is to be picky in choosing her company. After all, 'Birds of a feather'. Well, all of them seem all right to me except that new boy down the street. Certainly you don't call him the perfect specimen of manlinessi' Michael, please, he's a dear boy, and besides, his father is quite wealthy. You realize, of course, that a girl is a great responsibility. We have to make sure that she gets in with the elegant people so that when she comes out in society- Now, hold on, there. You'd better not let your hopes run too high. I've been trying to tell you something all evening but you wouldn't give me the chance. Speaking of chances, Michael, did you do as I requested and ask for that raise this morning ? My dear, that's what I've been trying to say all evening. I lost my job. Don't kill yourself with poison, bullets, or A rope, just think of all the things you'll miss. But rather stay alive to see the end Of this great war that rages on and on. Starvation stalks and strikes with ruthless force And claims its victims many. Wait and see If men are killed by bomb or gas-Don't shout, Don't spoil it all. Be shown the way to die. Be glad you're alive, alive to watch The death of men. Just look, you'll see them come, Their hopeless bodies bent to do one will. Now look! They laugh, they sing, they're loyal all, Belief, blind might, false truths, invincible- Oh, come now, thoughts like these are not for you, Think only of the beauty of this life, Of nature, birds that sing and make soft nests, Yet-other birds make only barbed wire nests. The Spectator F orty-five Aldige ....... Boulet .............. Barkerding ......... Brewster ......... Counce ......... Dickman .,..... Dooley .......... Eaves ...,........ Fischofer ...... Glass ............. Grey .............. Hackett ........ Janssen ....... Kllpstem .......... LaCour ......... Lane .............. Lyons ............ Marchessau.. Martinez ....... Mayhew ........ Nes ............... Reynolds .......... Schulze ......... Seemann ....... Schneider ......., Smart ........... Springer ....... Steinmayer ......... Stevenson ..... Suthon .......... Trenchard .... West ............. Wheeler ........ Witherspoon ....... Senior. 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N-:Em :H miia'-4 z mum--.53 Hu'-Hu IEMNKF QIQIUZHE Z0 m NP'-Dim MUD-HZ--Un ZN?4:2-N.-h ZQWZNFN-Fm ZNUZS-Ln --Sign 2453 WQJOZPNH mm.-Z N5u--742 D4Nmmu'-UIC: NNZFS-42 mZO?d W S42 Forty-eight The Spectator The Young Melbourne By Duma can The Young Melbourne by David Cecil is the type of book I most enjoy. It is a psychological novel written in such a way that it can be enjoyed by students as we, as the more intellectual elders. I would place this book on the same level as Fanny Kemble, Trelawny, and Maurois's delightful biographies, Ariel, Byron, and Dusraell. David Cecil gives a perfect picture of Melbourne, not the Mel- bourne you and I read of in history, but the young, gay, and, rather glamorous one. William's whole personality was a paradox. Racy and refined, sensible and eccentric, cynical and full of sentiment, di- rect and secretive, each successive impression he made seemed to contradict the last evolution of character. We see clearly the great impression Melbourne's mother, the loose, but brilliant Woman made upon him, and we see the sorrow that was caused him by his half mad wife, Caroline Lamb, whom he loved so dearly, not because he wished to, but because he couldn't help it. We see Melbourne, the procrasti- nator, who wasted ten years in his life because he could not find any- thing to do that interested him, and again we see him as the student, devouring all books within his reach. 'Tis, indeed, a perfect picture of a man, a puzzling one, and above all, an interesting one. . A review of The Young Melbourne would not be complete with- out mentioning Cecil's delightful prologue, a description of the age in which Melbourne lived, the age of Byron and Shelley, the time of loose morals and high intellectual standards, when love of life and luxury were at their highest. The description is perfect, and Cecil shows true knowledge of the background in which his subject lived. It is as delightful reading as the book itself, and is, perhaps, of even more worth. M. T. M., 41. Evensong Night falls, a black velvet curtain envelopeing the world, shov- ing dreams into eternity. The stars sleepily blink their jeweled eyes and the moon plays hide and seek behind soft, misty clouds. Fairies peek from behind bushes Whose leaves are silver in the moonlight. All the world sleeps, lullibied by the soft soothing wind. , The Spectator Forty-nine THE water came in strong, slow blue swells up to the jagged brown of the rocks, and then hit suddenly-ploshl, and seemed to hang suspended for a moment before it fell back, leaving the rocks wet and shining, and settled in a mass of thick foam as it flung bits of white spray up to dance and dazzle a moment by themselves in the sunlight. The breeze which came from straight over the water and was stiff enough to keep a sail well filled, was not as cool as might be expected of an early May day, and the rocks, as she spread her bare toes on them, and stretched her brown legs, felt warm and good with the sun. She leaned back on short, sturdy brown arms and let the wind catch her hair, and romp with her torn red skirt, and her dark eyes narrowed and reached for the horizon, in the manner of all those who love the sea. Below, far to the left, where the beach was, and the harbor, there were the fishing boats with their bright patched sails, and many men, and barrels, and queer smells, and the babble of people, but here, for a time at least, she was free and at peace, with nothing but the wind and the sea and the sun and the gulls. And though she came often, she could never quite take it all in. At a noise from behind her she turned, and a small boy clam- bered up on the rocks, with skin as olive as her own, and eyes as accustomed to sea gazing. Quickly he dropped down beside her, and with excitement showing in every hurried movement, bubbled- Elena, yesterday my father-he took me at last-in the great boat, the largest of them all, with the sails that I can't see the top of, and we went far out-even past the Islands of Flowers! And oh such fish, Elena, such fish you could never imagine-great shiny ones with scales the size of my hand. And I caught one, alone without anyone, except father to pull him onto the deck for me. Oh Elena! There was pride in the very sound of his voice, and her eyes were a mirror of the lights that shone in his. If I were only a boy, she burst out, flinging her dark hair aside impatiently, only a boy! You are so lucky- He stopped for a moment and looked at her with something like pity, and then sud- denly went on with a gayety that included her. Wait, Elena, just wait-someday I shall be great and strong like my father-stronger perhaps, and we shall have a ship as tall as the 'Celia', and we shall sail on and out into the ocean- And as he talked the girl laughed aloud with the joy and the familiar thought of it, and gathered her knees up under her chin, and circled her bright skirt with bare brown arms, and let her hair blow in the wind. Our sails Will be red, Elena, red like the sunset, and there will Fifty The Spectator be no work then, just you and I, and I will fight anyone who comes in our way and kill them-like my father did the man from the moun- tains. He was standing now, carried away with the idea and with his own future greatness, and he seemed a part of the wind and the rush of the water. But suddenly an angry voice from below him interrupted, and a thick, dark woman appeared on the rocks, with a dirty blouse and eyes that flashed fire. Grabbing him by an arm she started on the way down, with a short look of scorn for his companion. Wasting time counting sea-gulls, when there's work to be done, and the washing at home, and no one to bring your father's barrels to market. As he scrambled away he looked back, with great fear in his eyes, and the joy and the pride taken out of him. But the girl on the rocks hardly turned, but sat still in the wind with her gold braceleted arms about her red skirt, and her hair playing games with the wind, and the sun and the spray all around her. ii. -ii Smog Smog settled from the air and belched From the tall smoke stacks, grips you In its claws by the throat and you Fight with gasping lung its hold. The rays of the sun battle spasmodically To break it, but fail, and it chokes on. Stevenson, '41 -1 Will you ever forget that night last summer? We were out at the lake, and there was nobody around for miles, And the breeze blew, and rippled the water over our bare feet, And the spray flew up, and got us wet, and we laughed. You said my hair smelled good mixed with salt, And you liked to feel it blow in your face. You were being poetic, dear, and didn't know it. You knew you were in love though, You told me so, but now, somehow, you seem to have forgotten. M. T. M., '41 The Spectator Fifty-one Seniors-Did You Ever See: Mona-Looking frowzy. Katherine B.-Minus a bandana. J une-With her shirt tail in. Bettie-Slumping. Margaret Ann Counce-Minus a man. Patty-In a bad humor. Evalyn-Acting sensible. Dottie-Being snobbish. Ruth-Uninterested. Beth-Unhappy. Mary--At home in a chemistry smock. Jane Hackett-Without that little gold football. Klippie-Not rolling her eyes. Kathy-With stubby eyelashes. Polly-Immodest. Lorraine-At a dance. Bobbie-Acting like a baby. Margot-With her homework done. Jackie-Not talking. Joy Nes-At school. Joy Reynolds-Raising Cain. Althea-With a hair out of place. Adah-Looking her age. Seemann-When she didn't screech Hello. Virginia-Being really mean. Ann Springer-Not dressed to fit the occasion. Nadyne--In a loose fitting dress. Meg-Without a letter in her hand. Suthon-When she wasn't displaying that subtle wit. Margaret Ann Trenchard-Without her finger in the pie. Little-Being serious. Tete-With a cigarette. Ellie-With lipstick on. Fifty-two The Spectator Senna! eclian Elaine to Launcelot The waving of the grass has tales to tell Of how she, waiting, stood, and would have waved. The parting of the grass shows ground engraved With parting-parting dawn-without farewell. This was the green beginning of all hell, This was the second taste of all she cravedg This was the last desire she still had savedg This was the hell where wanting angels fell! She did not look to see the grass still bent. Her lips half-parted kissed the morning, chilled She saw the widened path that she had meant Her kiss to take, and morning love was killed. He rode into the dawn without farewell, This is the tale the grasses have to tell. Carmefr' Clabaugh, '42 Sonnet on Math Oh, gosh, how I hate to study Math, I get all twisted up on curved lines, And every day in class Miss Schuler finds That I have strayed from off the beaten path. It's really not her fault at all. Somehow My mind is just not geometrically Inclined. Instead of squares sometimes I see Horses or boats or maybe a moo cow. I think that I would like to take my book And tear it page by page in little shreds, And burn it in a fire until I see It turned to ashes. Then I would go look For a nice restful place to lay my head And never have to think again. Ah me! '42 The Spectator Fifty-three Sonnet On Friendship I don't know why I fell for you, my friend: I know not whether like or love be here Within my groping heart, and I will wend My way alone-I'll try if you're not near. And, maybe for a little while I'd be Content or even glad to be away From every human beingg to be free From any cares that fill 'most every day. But in a shorter time than I should dream It possible to want to see a friend, And talk of things that happened in between Our meetingsg I would want you here again. I find that liking you is all that I Can do-but I'll do that until I die. Kathleen Smith, '42 A Love Sonnet I never thought my love would come this way, It slipped upon me wholly unawareg But when it came, I felt a sudden flame That made my whole being recall a May- A May of fung a May of friendly play, With pleasures of sunshine's abandoned care: The shrieks of laughterg and shining, flying hair, Flashed on my heart and wouldn't go away. But winter winds brought frost upon my heartg A thing that had been wasn't any more. At first the emptiness was unexplained, And then I saw your face, I gave a startg For all the sunshine that I had loved before, Was in your faceg and since then, has remained. Smith, '42. Fifty-four The Spectator Sonnet The summer clouds fill with a host of birds, And frightened thousands take to frightened ilights. Old men with canes, women, little children in the night. Squadrons up! the dauntless allied airman girds A parachute, the farmer leads his grazing herds, To his undercavern work a spy glides, He cheats, he lies, in darkness hides. To every town the Germans hurl these bitter words: These are not birds, but Stukas, wings of steel, Observe the wreckage caused by one big gun, Give up! be glad it's not your only song Your allies are defenseless, and they run, they reel, The summer clouds fill with the fall of war. Will there be a clearing for a peaceful star? The secret of this universe, the night With heaven's space will not unfold to meg But stays a silent, pathless, depthless sea, And rocks one phantom ship beyond all sight, Nor tells my soul an answer to its plight. The house of mortal world gives out no key! Oh, where shall all we mystic creatures be When ghastly ship has sailed a thousand, thousand nights? Cry out to all the realm of time and space, And search in brightest day with brilliant sun. Forever seek in vain of vainest hope, Alas, no leading pathway can you trace. The universe shall cease its course to run When mortal man has realized its scope. M. R. W., '42 The Spectator Fifty-five Dormitory Drool LAST year, in fun, I did a poetic take-off on dormitory life, and I felt that I had to get in a last few words to those who know so little of what it is like. In the first place, it's loads of fun, particu- larly the nights you've worked till some unheard of hour and start to climb between the sheets of your inviting bed to find that some kind person has capably fixed it so that your six-foot length and cir- cumference is expected to rearrange itself to a two by four rectangle. Then, of course, there is the one who thinks it's roaringly funny to put a wet kid glove in your bed, which makes you feel that without a doubt something chose your bed to die in. That's a lovely one. One of the oldest, but one that never fails to make someone terribly amused, even though it knocks them out, is that trick of putting a pan of water on top of a door. That's forbidden, now, since someone thought it was so funny last year, she just plain passed out. Then there is that happy little thing called lights out, which is supposed to carry enough weight to shut fourteen rebellious young girls up until the next day. Aside from that, no one sleeps, because the person next door decides she has a lot to tell her roommate that just can't wait. Then the night she decides to quiet down, she blows the roof off because you say Boo! to your roommate. Eventually the whole house is in an uproar, but outside of this nightly proced- ure, we sleep like peaceful babes for unreasonable facsimilesj. Also, Variety is the spice of Life, and if we haven't got variety, we haven't got anything. We run the gamut of emotions yet we get along better than any group of girls living together almost constantly than I have ever seen. We also come in all shapes and sizes, but, sad to say, they seem to increase rather than decrease, with the most excellent food we stuff on. Of course I wouldn't want to leave any doubt in your minds as to the fact that we are perfect angels: so I shall stop a moment on the rules and regulations of our dormitory. We are supposed to be in bed on time, except when we can think up a good excuse or lock ourselves up in some safe place and Wait till it all blows over. We are also required to be at meals on time, and, I am forced to add, dressed, since one or two of us forgot that a certain amount of clothes was required by convention at the table. No hair is to be washed before breakfast or after dinner, unless, of course, we are subtle enough to camouflage our dripping locks and smile beguilingly enough to have it overlooked. Oh, yes, we are definitely the best of children. Fifty-six The Spectator There aren't many annoyances around the dormitory aside from a few I'd like to mention, such as the kind person who refuses to wash the ring from the bathtub after she bathes, or the one who never has enough food of her own at the table and tries to take yours skilfully, and if caught wiggles out of it and makes you look the fool, or that lovely person who parks in the tub for full two hours while the rest of the house blows up, or the one who prowls about the house at night slamming doors and emitting ghastly noises. We have them all, and do we love them? Two guesses. Many people outside of the dormitory feel that we are prisoners and never allowed out of the door. That I must vigorously deny. We do get outside of the door. That ought to be obvious enough since everyone sees us at school every so often, or maybe now and then. Our shopping tours can be done absolutely on our own, only the things we turn up with usually ought to be Worn only when we are absolutely alone. It's all quite simple. We are a normal bunch of people, quite willing to be guided along the right path if we receive an explanation every inch of the way for the method and manner employed. We love the dormitory and we love the head of it. We are, on the whole, extremely happy and contented with the privi- leges we have, even though we are always ready to accept additional ones. It's a great life. You ought to try it! As I stare out of my window, my eyes Rest upon the large, and most ugly red House next door. It is a boarding house, And when you look at its massive lumbering You shudder quite impulsively. The boarders are ordinary people, each Living his or her life, regardless of the Joys and sorrows of the other. On the downstairs Front there is a nice, cozy apartment where a Man and his wife live. They have enough money For comfort, and they look it. The only time I See them is at night, when the lights are on And Momma has on her housecoat and curlers, And Poppais without his shirt, and in his slippers. There is a little kitchen off their rooms and Each night it is lighted as they widen their No longer slim waistlines. In the apartment above them Is a young family, and not so long ago the baby had The Spectator Fifty-Seven 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Whooping cough. I know that, for every night For a long time the young mother spent her nights up and Down while the little baby wheezed. Their bathroom Light is always on at about ten o'clock at night, Just when we want to sleep, and it shines right Into our room. The woman washes out her clothes All the time and hangs them in the bathroom to dry. That I know because strange familiar shapes are Magnified on the wall of our room at night. Then Next to them are two young girls. They go to the Secretarial school just around the corner, and one Of them seems to think she has a nice voice. At Night she plays the radio loud enough for me to hear The programs without having mine on when I shouldn't, But she always spoils them with her scales and variations. The girl who stays with her types all the time, and When the weather is warm all I hear is the peck as She works. They never have learned to pull their Shades, and I sometimes wonder how they'd feel if They knew or realized how open their life is. Up on the top floor is the tiny little garret Room, and a young man lives there. I never see him Except late in the evening when I open the windows Before I go to bed, and can see that he reads at 'Night and puts his light out shortly after we do. That's all I know about the people and the house, But, although it's awfully ugly, it's nice and Neighborly. Stevenson, '41 The Perfect Senior Would Have Figure .......................................................................... Jackie Mayhew Legs .......... ....,........................... A nn West Hands ....... ........ M argaret Ann Trenchard Eyes .......... ........................ K athy LaCour Hair .......... ....................... J ane Hackett Teeth ........ ......... J une Barkerding Mouth .......... ........ B ettie Brewster Nose ................ ........ A nn Springer Complexion ........ ......... J ane Hackett Disposition ......... ....... D ottie Eaves Fifty-eight Th e Spectator A Tale Told for Baby Day This is a tale so sad to relate Because in the end it turned into hate. A rabbit named Tabbit, they say, Hopped out in the garden one'day, And what should he see But a big bumble bee Making passes at a horsie at play. Big tears made her lovely eyes blink And her coat of soft, delicate pink Indignantly rumpled And bumpled and humpled, While at her he buzzed with a wink. Now Tabbit straight forward he rushed, And Puffy, the pink horsie, blushed, He swatted the bee Who had buzzed in such glee, But now his harsh humming was hushed. With fluttering, downcast eyes As blue as summer's skies She smiled her thanks As she twitched her flanks, You could see his temperature rise. For Tabbit 'twas love at first sight, And Puffy he told of his plight. Said Tabbit, dear Puffy, I think you're quite snuffy- Marry me-make my life bright. Oh, Tabbit, gasped Puffy-I'm shocked, My very foundations you've rocked, I can't take your kisses For I am a Mrs. My heart against you must be locked. So Tabbit went out to get crocked. Springer and Dooley. The Spectator Fifty-nine cheat news FOR THE last time this year, I start pounding out the final number of the news, and not without a twinge of sorrow. The thing foremost in all minds are the exams rapidly approaching us, but the minds of the Seniors are much fuller. The last time I gathered the news together, we were all preparing for a glorious va- cation which we seem to have had. Now we are pre- paring for a much longer vacation, but we are not quite as eager to leave McGehee as before, for many of us are leaving our high school days behind us. The memories of the last two months have been good ones. We all enjoyed the outdoor performance of Twelfth Night by the Dramatic Club. The whole cast was excellent and, much to the surprise of many skep- tics, easily heard. Then the Juniors and Seniors took a day off and had a good time swimming and sun bathing at the Pass. Wandering about the grounds of the gor- geous oriental home of the Hechts, and swimming in the cool waters of the pool made a nice change from the streets and pavements of the city. But to be absolutely truthful, the thing that warmed the hearts of all the Seniors and softened even the hardest to tears was the beautiful May Day presented to us by the Freshmen under the able guidance of Mrs. Moise. We thank them, each and every one. It seems that the activities of these two months are endless. Following close on the heels of May Day was Baby Day, and I think the majority of the Seniors did a better job of being infantile than a real baby ever did. Try though they may, the Seniors can't overshadow the Juniors, and they reigned on their customary Short Day and we do mean Short, Short Day. In the patriotic line, the whole school rendered an amazing imitation of the U. S. A. and the flag under which she stands, as a Gym Night presentation. As something new and different, the Seniors and the Jun- iors gave modern dance interpretations of the hymn Sixty The Spectator from Finlandia and that old Negro spiritual, Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen. The lower school went through a series of violent demonstrations such as balloon relays, and the Juniors added their bit by playing volley ball. In relation to the gym department, the girls from McGehee's, Country Day, and Newman all had an after- noon together up at Newcomb with the use of their fine equipment. Every type of sport was offered and the idea proved to be a good one. Mrs. Barr brought her Country Day modern dance group over to give an exhibition of the original dances they had composed and made us feel ambitious enough to want to try it ourselves. Thank you, Country Day. I guess that just about finishes the news except for the very last chapter which is as yet unwritten, that of the Seniors walking up to receive their diplomas, and then the last few hours together, laughing and dancing. It's been fun, and we hate to leave, but much lies ahead and others are ready to take our places after we have left them. Goodbye, and the best of luck to all we leave behind! i......- 1.....1- People People People People People People People People who dwell on the price of things, who like the noise of a crowd, who bow to what money brings, who talk in a voice much too loud who love the trafIic's roar, who travel to be seen, not to see, who wallow in blood and gore, who always and always agree, Those are the ones I 'specially'despiseg People who are self-contented and smug, People who constantly criticize, The kind who would sweep dirt under a rugg These are the people who make life hateful, For their annihilation I'd truly be grateful. Cafroline Rau, '42 The Spectator Sixty-one cuwenl 'He-uenls GOING, going, gone! Now that we're practically that we can say what we want to. fThat's why we're anonymousj It's about time, Althea, or at least why haven't you worn it before? Referring to Billy's pin, of course. Who else would it be? And now DKA has a sweetheart court too. The lovely queen was none other than Mona fcongratula- tionsll, and in the court were Misses Berckes, Coats, Nunez, Schulze, and West. Orchids to all of you! So it's Boogie now for Ann Burdette. Did you get to DTO, Ann? Dance away, dance away, Pat! That was some ex- hibition that the Kelly girl and Sammy put on at a recent dance. For those of you who missed, it was really some- thing super. It seems as if Frellsen is going out of the picture. Who is it now, Barbara, Johnny Shober? Richard is beginning to get real competition in the Todd league. Bobby Winston seems to be on his way up. We hear that Robin and Tommy Fromherz are really hitting it oi, ditto Martha Helm and Lon West. How about it, Robin and Martha? I bet Charlotte would walk Miles for-not a camel- a Kernagan. CPardon the pun.J Quote- Nancy, why don't you decide between Don- ald and Albert so I can have the other one ? --unquote. That's Carmer for you! More quotations, this time from history class, quote- If Y. doesn't call me tonight, it's going to be all over between us. Somehow his calls don't thrill me any more like they used to.'7-unquote. Sound familiar, Jean? If anybody wants proof that an old flame never dies, just ask Patsy. Maybe Stephen and Cal would have something to say about this! This Nunez-Allen romance is really getting hot! Poor Donald is just left out in the cold! Sixty-two The Spectator Caroline is getting to be Miss Steadfast on us. It's been Jordy for just months and months now. What's this hatching up about Connie Faust that's such a big secret? Could it be about Beth's old flame, Harold, or just one of Beth's cousins? We don't know, we're just asking. Patty's really getting somewhere when she can get a woman- hater like Campbell to sit with her by the lagoon for an hour. fNote to censors-don't get the wrong idea, they were just throwing rocks at the ducks. We swear itll It must be getting serious when other girls have to ask Little if they can take Woolfolk to a dance. How about it, Ann Boyd? Correspondence is burning up the roadways between here and Lafayette, n'est-ce-pas, Klippie? Who is it really rates in the Carroll league? After going steady all year, he suddenly breaks out with dates with Springer, Lyons, and Barkerding, all in a row. Maybe that little black and gold object that June has been hiding could give us a clue to the whole situation. Speak up now, J unie! How runs the Stream, Brewster? You ought to know! Whose finger did that naughty little Senior ring steal from to go travelling far, far away on somebody else's finger? Wish we could' tell you, but in spite of all appearances, we're honorable, and promised not to tell. Well, I guess this constitutes a formal bow and final curtain-call. It's been loads of fun writing this so-called column, and we hope we haven't made too many enemies. Honestly, it's all in fun, don't take it seriously, but consider it an honor to have your affairs written up for posterity. If We've hurt anybody's feelings Cand we certainly hope we haven'tl, remember that in a year you'll probably read the offending paragraph over and laugh. Bye, bye now, be good, and the best of luck to next year's so-called columnists. Amamus tout le monde. Your want-ad reporters, Miss L. Laneous and Ann Nonymous. Freshmen on the Air! Greetings, folks, this is station P. U. Bringing all the freshman news We will tell of who's what, and what's who, Giving all their just dues. The Spectator Sixty-three Who's the Freshie glamour girl? Wouldn't you like to know? She's the one that has the curl, Our Jane, with all her beaus. Edith has a brother Who takes her everywhere. What would Edith do If Sammy wasn't there? We've got two cute couples in our band, There's slugger Walter, and Knock 'em out Rana. And there's Sarah who has a gleam in her eye When she sees Kennedy walking by. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Taffy likes boys, They like her, too. Mary Margaret and Dottie, too, Have their steadies, I'm telling you, One is Searcy modernized, The other is Charlie quite glamourized. Miss Legeai, tell me, pray, Why art thou so sad? Could it be that Miss Boulet Has taken your Bishop lad? Who does Donnie-really like? The truth we can not find. We've heard a lot of rumors, But what's really on her mind? What's the news about Louie da Dago? We hear that he and Yvonne are quite dat way . He can't speak English, he ain't got dough, But you got to love someone to be in the sway. Sixty-four The Spectator Liz is thinking of Eric, oh, what joy, He's that little drummer boy. This is your Station P. U. Signing off because we're through. . The Freshman Exchange Column IT'S always interesting to see what the younger generation is do- ing. Therefore I particularly enjoy reading Palmetto Leafves, pub- lished by the lower grades of Country Day School. These boys and girls seem really enthusiastic about their magazine, judging from the large number of contributions, and they write their class and club news so interestingly. The designs and illustrations are chosen by contest and colored by hand. One of the best magazines we receive is The Clio from Miss Beard's School in Orange, N. J. It is a school rather like ours, a girls' private school, with boarders and day students. The literary material is all good, and seems to be really chosen, not just a hodge- podge of anything handed in. All the clubs, of which there are many, hand in news reports, and the magazine really gives a com- plete picture of the school to any outsider. The only criticism I might have is that the art work is not up to the standard set by the rest of the magazine. Most of our other exchanges have been newspapers, which are interesting to read because of the glimpse they give you into different kinds of schools from your own. However, there's not much to criticize in the way of literary or art work, and I certainly couldn't pass on to you all the news that these papers gatherin every week. -So I'll pass over these with a word of praise to Brier Bits, from Greenbrier College in West Virginia. This paper reports school life and events especially well. This term's exchanges have been quite scarce, so that covers just about everything. It seems to be time to sign off, this time for good, so . . . so long! The Spectator Sixty-five alias All those who think our jokes are poor Would straightway change their views If they compare the ones we print With the ones that we refuse. Another time when two heads are better than one is when you're tossing a coin. Birds of one feather ought to catch cold. Sally has a bird-like quality about her. Yes-crow's feet. Go, leave my house and never darken my guest towel again. Everything comes to him who orders hash. A green little chemist In a green little way Mixed some green little chemicals In a green little way. The green little grasses Now tenderly wave On the green little' chemist's Green little grave. Stop reaching across the table, son. Haven't you got a tongue? Yes, sir, but my arm is longer. He: Did you know that dancing was in my blood? She: Your circulation must be bad. It hasn't reached your feet yet. Joe: Why doesn't the devil eat ice-cream? Blow: I don't know. Why? Joe: Where in hell would he get it? 0 I' ll O O Sixty-six The Spectator Look here Billy, were you peeping through the keyhole at your sister and me last night ? Nope, Couldn't. Mother was there praying. He who laughs last sits behind a tall, fat man in the movies. For Sport Fashions KREEGER'S For Girls Apparel Shop at ffzfwxf fmxmeff The Spectator Sixty-seven Some girls are like baseball players. 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