Maumee Valley Country Day High School - Weather Vane Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Martha from October to May to get the Kueh mann's ad. Our class was so original that we decided to remodel our school rings. tAll eight of us are still displaying those rings-Maybe that new design was not so good.l We made our annual trip to Grosse Pointe for basket- ball. We'll forget about that game. Along with the sophomores we gave our version of The Taming of the Shrew in assembly. Sue -wouldn't you know-was the iester, wearing a long, red hat with balls on the end which fell in her face when she bowed. To prove that we were as efficient backstage as on, B. l. was prompter of the senior play, and really knew the parts as well as the actors. lt was at this time that Lutie buzzed off to California, return- ing with a tan over which the rest of us drooled for weeks. In Iune everyone had been wonder- ing for at least a month where the Weather Vanes were, and not until we were about to go into the Final Luncheon did the truck deliver them to the door. At the luncheon, much to the distress of the whole school, but particularly of our class, it was announced that Mr. Stork would not retum with us the following year. The Navy had a priority. In spite of our disap- pointment, and probably because of Sue's wor- rying, fat Christmas she was saying, Get the bids! l the Senior Prom was a huge success. The next morning, after staying up all night at Mariha's, we faced our first job as seniors, cleaning up the debris of the dance. At last the Ierky Iuniors became the Sophisticated Seniors fwe thinkl, and began immediately to claim their senior privileges. I'm a senior and I should have a seat by my- self on the bus! or Come on kids, seniors get the first rowl Don't let anyone fool you, senior year is work, but the fun over-balances it. Teachers really begin to appreciate you! And Mary sends in ham instead of balogna, tea in- stead of sulphur water. Believe us, Mary, we are very grateful. The second week of school the halls were covered with posters: We're set for Luette , Beidler is best , Get in cahoots with, Boots . After a whirlwind campaign of speech making, Boots became our Student Council president. And to see that our senior rights were well argued, Nancy was chosen class representative. Stop inflationl That became the battle cry of B. I. and Lutie. The rest of us are very proud of these two who pledged to Buy Only Neces- sities for the Duration. Embar-r-rassing, wasn't it, when our senior jackets, three months over- due, arrived? But when we come back to M.V. in ten years, you'll see us still wearing those luscious maroon jackets. To prepare Mr. Coryell for the shock he would undoubtedly receive when he should try to direct our senior play, we invited him to a dinner, at his house. Mr. C. served the cocktails -cokes? What a hilarious eveningl' And oh, that cunning little hallwayl For the past four years we had been dying to spend the night at school. At last we realized our ambition. When ' we first conceived this idea, the cots were longer and somewhat softer. To our horror, the buzzer started buzzing at nine in the evening and continued at forty-five min- ute 'intervals until four in the morning. Sue and Boots, our two Amazons, couldn't take it. In the moming we found them firmly entrenched in the teachers' room with blankets, heating pad, pillows,-and a stray dog. They still carry the bruises from their perilous ioumey through the dark hall. Because Lutie was so busy being a B.O.N.D., she forgot to hand our ads in to the Weather Vane board till after the contest had closed. Consequently we almost missed the party with the sophomores. Our last Weather Vane partyl We wanted to give a musical comedy as our play, but decided we did not have exactly the right talent. Mr. Coryell still thinks a flower show would have been appropriate for our in- tellects. Iune 8 and college do not seem far off now. Won't we feel emancipated when we hear the chorus rehearsing for Commencment? This year it will be we who wear long dresses and walk down the garden path behind junior ush- ers. If only Lieutenant Stork can give us our diplomas, our graduation will be complete.

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PAST IMPEBFEET lf anyone had walked into the old Smead School tfounded in 1881 by the Misses Mary, Marian, and Caroline Smeadl in the fall of '32, he would have found, figuratively speaking, of course, a trylon and a perisphere: Lutie and Tony, constructing the red reading table which is still in Miss SmiLh's room. These two, who walked side by side in commencement exer- cises last year as junior ushers, were the nuc- leus of the present senior class. Although others came and went, these two remained' together happily, except for a brief interlude in the third grade when they came to blows. Lutie likes to remember that in those days it was she whom the boys backed. Under the guidance of Miss Simonds and Mrs. Bayer, their class passed through the fourth, fifth, and sixth grades. Fin- ally they were joined in the seventh grade by Stinky Beidler. Next we find these original three being initiated into Ye Followers of the Dra- gon , on august association of violent initia- tions. tWho was the dragon? Ham?l ln the fall of '39 Boots became a member of this fast, and increasingly large class, and that same fall, with the closing of the public schools, Piglet Wall and the domineering Wolfess entered the ranks. Before long this group was cooperating with Mr. Stork on that amazing news sheet, the Octo . That was the year the Followers of the Dragon ordered five hundred fir trees, and instead of a large truck's driving up to the door, piled high with half-grown evergreens, to our amazement, one small package was suavely handed us by Miss Dickey. We soon found out that only God can make a tree . Then we came to the time in our lives when we became more conscious of the le's than the la's , when our luncheons were spent in trying to think up ways to get to the counter at the same time as our favorite boy and trying to keep up with the conversation, which was usually in code. At the Misses Semples' that year, decked in pilgrim shoes and velvet dresses, we often saw two future members of the class, B. I. and Susie O., dancing together. Here, on Friday nights we were taught to dance like little ladies, but during the rest of the week we could often be found jitterbugging in the hall science room. outside the In the fall of '40, donning high heels and lip- stick, we tripped into the English room to greet our new classmate, Susie O., and to begin our high school career. We soon became fondly known as the beef trust, after our rather unfor- tunate experience with the Howe boys. This dance was also the scene of Oh, Ioel Our presentation of Dickens's Christmas Carol marked the beginning of our dramatic career. How we struggled with our pahst , hahnds , and neoos l That spring we continually got out of study halls to color programs and to col- lect records for the spring program dance. And what excitement there was as we eagerly watched the door for any alumni home for vaca- tionl At last, in our sophomore year, our present class was completed with the arrival of B. I. We took over our first real responsibility as librarians under Marilyn's leadership. This was the year when we were known as those sopho- mores , when we learned what crust was from Mr. Coryell, and when we were called pigs- CMadame?l. But we showed our true spirit when we gave the gala Hill-billy Hop to raise mon- ey for the juniors for the senior prom. And, oh that senior prom, from which most of us dashed to hear Tony Pastor! lt was a big year for house-parties. There was the time Tony was stuck in the window, Marilyn went to sleep in the chair, and Martha was seen riding a motor-bike through Ottawa Hills at an ungodly hour in her white satin pajamas. At the end of the year we bade good-bye to Ford, and so ended our co-ed days. We returned in the fall of '42'to become the jerky juniors . Every morning the eight of us would gather in the psychology room to discuss the coming dances. B. I. and Marilyn were Brown and Orange captains, and spent many a study hall with Mrs. Schaefer. Before long we were working madly on the Weather Vane . Never a free period went by without B. I.'s snap- ping all sorts of pictures. Every Wednesday Marilyn would call together her little brood, and they would no sooner be reading proof or pasting snap pages than Miss Beard would ap- pear to summon them to study hall. Sue and Tony had one job to do, and it took them all year to do it-the calendar. Lutie and Nancy nagged 26

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FUTURE If anyone should walk into the Maumee Valley Country Day School on May fifteenth in the year nineteen fifty-four, he would find eight women, the class of nineteen forty-four, stand- ing in a group, chatting busily on everything from domestic affairs to bridge hands. They have come for the annual Smead School Asso- ciation luncheon, which is being held in the newly opened glass dining room of Stork Hall. Soon they go to their tables. Seated at the nineteen forty-four table are Mrs. Algernon Swinnerton Abercrombie, the former Mrs. Har- rison Adams, the former Mrs. Clem Iones, nee Betty Iay, just returned from Renop Mrs. William Pettibone, formerly Sue Stone and her guest from New York, Mrs. Randy Randolph fEliza- beth Morrislp Mrs. Iames Whitney iMarilyn Beid- lerlz Mrs. Ronald Butler from Louisville, Ken- tucky tMary Hunter Iohnstonly Mrs. Iohn Smith- ers iNancy Walll. At the speakers' table is the president of the Association, Mrs. Frazier Brooks fLuette Goodbodyl and at her left is Lady Maxin Fortesque Mount Blanc tMartha Wolfe? wearing her fabulous white mink coat. Lady Mount Blanc is here from London to speak on the pro- gress in European reconstruction. Mrs. Brooks has just thrown over the back of her chair the plaid reversible which, as a faithful B.O.N.D., she has worn ever since her school days. Back Whitney familiar at the nineteen forty-four table, Mrs. is talking about the week-end sail PERFECT which she has planned in honor of the three visitors on her largest yacht, Cherokee, in which she has won first place in several deep water races. Mrs. Smithers has just returned from the telephone, looking highly upset, for the neigh- bor across the street with whom she has left Iohn Ir. has dropped him on his head from the helicopter. The city said they would repair the dent in the side-walk, but nevertheless Mrs. Smithers fears that she will not be able to go south to spend the summer with Mrs. Butler while the boys are at camp. Mrs. Randolph toys with her chicken salad, realizing that she is playing in the tennis matches this afternoon. In honor of this famous champion, Mrs. Petti- bone will entertain at a cocktail party after the International Championship tennis matches which will be held at her estate, If You Please . By this time Mrs. Brooks has called the meeting to order and all are attentively listen- ing to an estimate for the building of a senior cabin. As the business discussion goes on, Mrs. Brooks glances at her watch and abruptly calls the meeting to a close, for she will leave this afternoon for Lake Placid,where she will prac- tice for the forthcoming National Amateur Figure Skating Championship. The luncheon adjourns and the rest of the class of '44 seize their maroon blazers and are off in the big or- ange bus, which is now running on the rims. to the tennis tournament. lsn't imagination wonderful? 28