Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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Otir lirsi tlirilliiiLj iiKniu ' iit this vc;ir was when we walked out for the first lime weariui (Uir i)eaiitiful pins witii a ' 21 guard attached. It was thrilling, iiulecd. to have girls come up, look at them and then, with longing eyes and envious tones say, 1 wish 1 wert ' ;i senior. Again Miss McFarland has enter- tained us, this lime oxer at her rooms. and we all found very promising futures stored up for us in our Chinese fortunes. And again the Girls ' Parlor has been the scene of feasting and revelry, but on this occasion it was only a dinner party at which we enjoyed having Miss Higgins and Miss McFarland with us. Mary Benham has certainly been our friend, too, for What did she do but invite us to her house again on George Washington ' s Birthday? We had a de ' .ightful time and ne er shall forget our lovely hatchet and cherry dinner. And this is not all — the next few months hold many more good limes in store for us, for this year there is another junior class, and of course that means a party for us when we shall be guests instead of hostesses as we were a year ago. Then there are rides and picnics to come, but best (?) of a ' l, commencement. Though we shall part with sad hearts, as some of us may possibly not meet again, yet the bond of friendship between the twelve girls of the Class of ' 22 will never, we believe, be broken.

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Clagfif llistorp IXETEEN TWEXTY-TWO ! How quickly the time has gone bv, and we are actually seniors ! Yes, and we have a history, tcio. Of course, we have originality, bnt after all we are not so different from other classes. Just about the same trials and tribulations, joys and pleasures have come to our predecessors, but thev have never been ours before, and that is just the reason why we must record some of them here in this small space. lust before mid-term exams in 1921 our class was organ- ized. It was on one Saturday morning. Miss Higgins came in and gave us an in- spiring talk, and then we chose our class patron. Miss Nancy McFarland, and elected our officers. Mary Benham Mitchell was chosen President with Margaret Van Devanter Vice-President, Hardenia •se, Secretary, and Lois Jennings. Treasurer, but, much to our sorrow, Hardenia and Lois deserted us this year. We have now, however, Margaret Builder and Maitland Thompson in their places. When we left the room that morning, we felt as if Mary Baldwin Seminary be- longed solely to the Junior Class, but since then we have become seniors, and wise enough to know that it didn ' t. Mary Benham Mitchell, who lives in Staunton, is our only literary graduate this year, and as for golden reports — she is familiar with no other kind. ' hat a list of expression graduates we have ! There ' s Maitland Thompson from Xorth Carolina, Margaret Builder of Alabama, Evelyn Marion from Kentucky, and two daughters of Old Virginia, Martha Boxley from Orange, and Constance Curry of Staunton. In piano and art we also have a good representation. Carmen Cerecedo, from Spain, graduates in art, and Elizabeth Bivins is doing a very extra- ordinary thing in getting two diplomas, one in art and the other in piano. The rest, who are all piano graduates, are Thelma Kerr from near Staunton, Gertrude Stickley of Strasburg, Va., Catherine Cadmus from Xew Jersey, and Margaret Van Devanter of Staunton. Our social life as a class has been quite delightful. Soon after we were organized, Mary Benham Mitchell gave us a lovely Valentine party at her home. Before long Miss McFarland, who has been our firm friend and constant helper, entertained us at Miss Trout ' s, and the memory of that evening will long be with us. Then came the Junior-Senior party when we decked the Girls ' Parlor in gala attire and were hostesses to the Class of ' 21. Hut oh, how important we did feel when commencement rolled around and we were invited to the Alumnae Banquet ! That event, if you will pardon a bit of school-girl vernacular, was just too won- derful for words, as we sat at a table all our own and listened to the reminiscences from the classes gone before us.

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Ctesi ropfjecp p— - i» - ' » HE most stupendous fact in modern science is the power of the I jHJI I wish. By this means, according to our most advanced thinkers, I Mr V ' % civilization has reached its present development. I had reached I 9 this point in my magazine article, when Julia rushed in upon me •r ' -j with the information that if I wanted to see a miracle, I should - it I go with her at once to Mr. Brown ' s laboratory. She had just I E I Clinic from there, she said, and that simply by intense thinking, — — and the pushing of a button, one could see and talk with anyone, no matter how far away they might be. I assented eagerly. Seated in the laboratory before the instrument, which Mr. Brown explained w-as the latest thing in ampliiiers, I had a great desire to see what changes the last ten years had wrought in the fortunes of my class of 1922. If intensity of wishing and the pushing of a lever would, as the scientist assured me, put me in touch with my c ' .assmates, the thing was already as good as done. So I wished and pushed the lever and almost instantly I was within the chapel at Mary Baldwin. I found it filled with girls listening in rapt attention to marvelous music, and I listened as entranced as they. When the music ceased, I learned that what we had been hearing was the most famous concert of the season, given at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York by Catherine Cadmus and her husband. William Roux. In loving remembrance of Catherine ' s happy days there, the couple had given to Mary Baldwin an amp ' .ifier so that the college girls would have the benefit of New York ' s best concerts. I looked around the old chapel for familiar faces, and whom should my eyes rest upon but Mary Benham Mitchell, who after graduating at Vassar and spend- ing several years abroad, was now the head of the Latin Department of her Alma Mater? Again I wished and operated the instrument in front of me: the scene shifted rapidly to a famous New York hospital. Into this apartment came a beautiful woman. She consulted in deep tones with the nurse who had risen at her entrance. I caught the sentence, Yes, Dr. Thompson, your patient is resting better now. When she turned around to leave the room, I recognized Mait ' and Thompson, now a famous practitioner. After this I wished to see the Harvard apartments in Boston. In the lobby there I saw an attractive young woman whom I knew as Martha Boxley, now the wife of one of Boston ' s leading specialists. I noticed an extremely well dressed woman standing not far from us, and Martha turned to me and said, You should remember her ; she is Elizabeth Bivins, now Mrs. Kirkpatrick, whose am- bition it is to be the best dressed woman in Boston. .After leaving ] Iarv Baldwin