Maryland College for Women - Marylander Yearbook (Lutherville, MD)

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To Marjorie ClarkeTrucking. To Winifred HowethettPosin. To Edna Baxter-Suzy-Q. To Dorothy TownleyeA week-end at St. Johns. ITEM THREE To the class of Nineteen Hundred and F orty a promise to always be as gay and happy as you've been these past two years. To Betsy EwryeA little less energy and Ferdinand. To Meg BrowneMeals a la carte. To Liz. TolsoneAnother Aunt Ruth and perfect dates for always. To Mary BoweneOur mascot, we leave nothing, for she has everything. To Tucky MicheleMore and better car trouble. To Jeanette Hubbs-Life in Baltimore for keeps. To Phyllis EatoneMany more hit parades. To Jane AileseA bib and Tucker. ITEM FOUR To the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Forty-OneeI-Iope, respect and more Maryland College spirit. To Babs Lily-A new coiffure. To Phyllis AlexandereA spanking and a good psychiatrist. To Phyllis FOSSeMetzger Hall and a patent on poise. To Nancy PomeroyeA new skirt and less efficiency. To Jane ValentineeLess egotism. To Flora StallingSeAll our men, to do with them as she pleases. To Phyllis WitmoreeA month's case of laryngitis. To Muriel RappuhneA large muzzle. ITEM F IVE To our Alma Mateerur very sincere thanks for the grandest four years. We also bequeath to each of the students a private telephone, many floor plugs, and perfect weekend dates. We confer upon all the members of the faculty who have acted as chaperones an honorary degree of Doctor of Greeting because we know they have truly suffered. In witness whereof, we hereunto subscribe our seal this thirty-tirst day of May, in the Year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight, at the village of Lutherville in the state of Maryland. THE CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHT Signed: CAMPUS PUSS Witnesses: MRS. HARLEY HELEN forty-one

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WIT anal Usifamanf We, the members of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirty- Eight of the Maryland College for Women of the State of Maryland, being of unsound mind, lacking equilibrium and having very little dignity, do hereby make and devise the following Last Will and Testament. First-We hereby nominate as our executor the Deaf Man. And direct that he bestow upon the hereunder named, our heirs and assigns the following legacies . . . ITEM ONE To the FacultyeOur everything. To President MetzgereAn attendance at the Christmas Party. To Dean Williams-Our love and a Shakespearean theatre. To Mr. MooreeA sad farewell. To Mrs. Osborne-Our gratitude for her help these past four years. To Dr. SilveuSeMore turtles and a black and white sundae. To Miss ThaneeA skeleton for her anatomy class. To Miss Eyster-A class knowing he from lay and our fondness and appreciation. To Miss ThompsonettThe little things in life. To Miss Snodgrass-Peaceful, quiet nights of sleep. To Dr. CameroneParis in the Spring. To Miss Riggs-A triumphant Broadway opening. To Capt. Gelston-Whitney and Vanderbilt stables and a sad farewell salute. To Miss Grittin-A huge explosion and a new chemistry lab. To Miss Sparks-No more meals at Practice House. To Dr. West-A quiet class and a loud Wowie . To Dr. HorneeNew York nearer to Baltimore, a cup of coffee and a class of shorthand students. To Miss SchrockeA hub-cap and a new infirmary. To Mrs. ProctorvMore chats with Mr. Rogers and Russian records for her art classes. To Miss Betts-Appreciation for her dietetics. To Mr. IlmereBeethoven, Bach and Brahms. To Miss WynecoffeMore celebrities. ITEM TWO To the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-NineePep, Swing and Rhythm. To Scotty FreedeCouncil, Anacin, and great patience. To Janet Payne-A quiet, contented, peaceful life. To Betty GriereOur love and wish for her happiness. To Joyce WagnereA patent on I don't care and you don't care. To Petie SchmidteA kitten, a fireside, and all things nice. To Maxine WeileRosalie and an application for Vogue's models. To Dorothy ComforteThe Big Apple. forty

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?zopgaay of $55 6122,15 of 7938 The Timee1948. The Place-Lutherville. Ali Baba went to town and so from all reports heard did those seventeen little girls that left Maryland College in May 1938. For some strange reason Ali Baba left behind his magic carpet with the words that make it fly into space and carry us where we want to go. It's 1948! I wonder what they are all doing. The Magic Carpet is here-let's give it a try. Abracadabra and away we go. It seems to be going north-looks familiarewhy it's New Jersey. Is that a King's Palace below? No,-it is the home though of a King. Midge Clark is now Mrs. Keith King, and looks more attractive than ever. It can't be, yes it is, she is playing in the garden with two adorable childrenewhy they are twins! Well carpet off again. People don't seem to see us flying by. Hope we're invisible for I'd hate to have them think we're spying on them. That looks like South Orange below. Look at all the carsemust be a party of some sort. There's Edna Stewart, lean and June King, Peggy Hudson and Rita Reed. Rita must be on a visit from the south. Edna is now one of the Supreme Court Justices. It has been said that she may become Chief Justice one of these days. When questioned by a reporter last week, she replied, All those hard cases at Maryland certainly gave me the right experiences. Jean King having given Annapolis a real farewell, is a great success in social service work. She's been called to Washington to tell the President just what is wrong With the old U. S. A. Bet he took her advice too. lune King is still trying to collect for the 1938 Marylander. She says she hopes by 1970 that all ads and bills will be paid for. Worry hasn't told its mark for she is still the cute, fiery redhead. Just look at Peggy Hudson. We hear she is one of Vogue's highest paid models. She's also one of the leading horsewomen of the country. Last year the Blue Ribbon at Madison Square Garden was taken by Peggy. Rita Reed still looks sweet. She is a member of the Brain Trust and considered one of the really intelligent women this country has. Rita can't make up her mind who the lucky man is yet. Goodness it is four o'clock. HAbracadabra and off we go across the Hudson to gay New York. We're headed to a pent- torty-two