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

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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

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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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