Marlborough High School - Marlborough High Yearbook (Marlborough, MA)

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IT D1D: A OFJ ©IP SIMWOMG a TT QHCDMQ: Times have changed since grandma ' s day 1 ; then people never thought of going out very much during the day, and it was a major crime if you were seen going out at night. Then you used to sit around with the family and talk about fascinating subjects—like sewing—or something just as exciting. How different that was from our present daily routine. 1 If we stay in once a week we are considered homebodies. It isn ' t that we don ' t like our homes— it ' s just that v;e aren ' t used to them. One afternoon I suddenly decided to stay at home. My aunt was so shocked she couldn ' t speak for a few minutes, but as soon as she recovered she felt my head, took my temperature, and asked me if I felt well. When she was convinced that I really was not sick she prepared to leave, because she said, Opportunity knocks but once and this is opportunity. How, I was alone in the house and I decided I ' d re ad that book by Richard Halliburton which I ' d been planning to read since Christmas. Well. I got to the second page and by this time I had become interested; however, I could enjoy my peacefulness for only a very short time, for the doorbell was ringing. After a merry tiff with the baker as to whether my aunt ordered one or two loaves of bread, I tried to pick up where I left off. But I ? as too heated after that argument and needed something soothing. I picked up a book of my brother ' s which he claimed is a superoo. The first paragraph of this so-called superoo was very interest ting, in the second it became weird and curdly, and so I decided two paragraphs of that were tv o too many Vttien I said I wanted something soothing, I meant just that, not something creepy. Just about this time, I decided that I r eally was not in a reading mood. Then I somehow or other remembered my homev ork. I sternly tried to shake this thought from my mind but it was impossible; reluctantly I started working I studied for a while and feeling very virtuous, remembered that if I were going out that night. I must have a fresh collar for my dress. I turned on the radio while I Ironed, and the convening voice of Bing Crosby came out to reward me. After this little piece of work Y as completed, I decided to clean out my desk drawer, the one that causes raised eyebrows everytime my aunt goes there for something. I spilled everything onto the rug, (including a bottle of brown ink; and squatting, tailor-fashion, prepared to start; but then I began to find things I thought had been lost. The shrill sound of the telephone bell interrupted. I was dismayed to find it was almost 3ix o ' clock. The family would be home soon and discover me in this messj I carelessly threw everything back into the drawee and raced for the phone. It was my girl friend, prepared for a hice long cozy talk. I resigned myself to the inevitable and with a sigh for the potatoes we wouldn ' t have for supper, I waded into an endless discussion about last night ' s dance. . - . . —Olive McGrath

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Generally speaking, a woman’s life is divided into two periods: the period when she wears lipstick, and the period when she doesn ' t. The first period in her life is the most difficult; the second, the happiest. About the tender age of eight years a girl first starts to show a desire to wear lipstick. However, this desire is not great and can usually be satisfied by toddling into mother’s bedroom (when mother is out of course) and generously dabbing on her best ’’Eliza¬ beth Arden,” By the end of two years this period is usually over, but the little girl is now beginning to smother a terrific desire to wear lipstick in public. This mental anguish leads very often to ex¬ periments with purple eyeshadow and peroxide behind locked bathroom doors. Such experiments have very startling results, not only on the delicate temperaments of the ten-year olds, but also on their more delicate anatomies. With the passing of two more years, dancing school enters the life of the now very bewildered young girl. At the end of about three lessons the desire to look beautiful for the opposite sex begins to assert itself. This is the time when many a mother, nerves strained to the breaking point, enters into a Conspiracy with her daughter, with the mutual agreement, Don ' t let Daddy know. It seems that Daddy s attitude toward the wearing of lipstick is much stronger than Mother ' s. The next period in her life is by far the most joyful for the young girl. At last she can wear lipstick . At first her happiness is so great that just being able to smear it on, generously is enough to satisfy her. But, as time passes, her main interest is to try to develop her own individual method of application. (Every woman does it differently you know.) Although there are many variations, three basic methods are the most popular and widely used. The first is merely starting the lipstick in the center of the lip, stroking outward on either side, and then applying to the lower lip by compression. This method is used by most high school girls because it saves time. The second method is the dot-and-dash variety. By this I mean that the lipstick is dotted along both lips and then compressed. (Note: If your aim is poor and you don ' t like pink teeth, don ' t try it.) The third method is the most mystifying. The lipstick is applied liberally, compressed, smoothed with the little finger, and then with equal care wiped off with Kleenex. This last method, however, goes to prove that the reason for the wearing of lipstick by nine out of every ten females is the inward pleasure it gives, and not the external beauty. . —Ann McKernan