Milton Academy - Yearbook (Milton, MA)

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PORTS?-.. O-0-h! La Crosse, was the greeting given this breath-tak- ing game when We returned from our vacation. But now, under Miss Lilly's enthusiastic guidance, the tune has changed to, Aha, La Crosse! We all play at least once a week, and the more enthusiastic followers play twice. We had enough girls who knew how to play to send in to the Winsor Play Day on May 14. They took part in a game in which Milton, Winsor, and Beaver girls played together on both teams, so that everyone had lots of fun. As usual, tennis is the most popular sport, and so far we have been quite successful. On May 7 the May school tennis team suffered a complete defeat, 4-0, at the hands of the following Milton team: 1 singles: Goodwin 2 : Dalton 1 doubles: Cunningham, E. and Carr, R. 2 : Carr, R. and Brewer, R. a At the Winsor Play Day We played in a Round Robin tournament with eight other schools. The following team won second place for Milton: 1 singles: Brewer, R. 1 doubles: Cunningham, E. and Carr, R. 2 : Chester and Smith, S. A. On Friday, May 21, we sent in 16 girls to Winsor to play tennis. The archery team has missed Louise Ireland, who has been absent since Easter, but Tarbell Clay is doing a grand job in her place. On May 7 the team played the May school. They were not so success- ful, as they lost 751-611. The following girls made the team: Clay, Ware, C., Chapin, and Park, D. They also shot with eight other schools at the Winsor Play Day, and came in fourth. Wendell shot in place of Park, D. In spite of the fact that there is so much to do this spring, base- ball has a great many adherents. As yet we have played only Win- sor, but we are looking forward to a game with our greatest rivals, the Feds, and also games with the Faculty, the Lower School, and page thirty two rnagus .i.l...i 1l1 -,l, . i.. ,l-1- -1

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BIOGRAPHY OF HBETSEY ROSS Betsey Ross is a common old black and white cat with a scarred face and a lanky, black tail made thin by' tirelessly rapping on the floor for the amusement of generations upon generations of kittens. In her young days a family appeared every s'x months, to the pleasure of the children but to the dismay of the elders. But as old age creeps on Betsey, fshe is nearly fifteenj, she limits herself to one kitten a year. That one is enough to keep her busy, for she prefers to spend most of her time beneath the stove ruminating on events long past. Perhaps she thinks of the times she caught huge rats in the hen-house and of the dusty road as she dragged them to the feet of her master. Some- times a louder purr than usual is heard as she sleepily thinks of the time when she was fthe belle 'of the neighboring country-side with six handsome admirers courting her at once. What fights there were about her then! On windy nights she growls and twitches in her sleep, dreaming of being shot in the chest by mistake, having been taken for a stray cat, or when her face was torn in a fierce battle with a huge rat. Those are the times when, if her kitten wakes her rudely, she is apt 'to snarl and lay her ears back before she is thoroughly con- scious. In her day she could hold her own with any animal, and I have never seen her ability decrease. She can make a police dog, or any other kind of dog for that matter, turn tail and run with one rip of her needle-pointed claws, for old age has never slowed her lightning slash. She is treated with respect by every animal that has met her, and reigns supreme in both the kitchen and barnyard, a true lady of the old school. Anne Sturgis '40 the fnagus page thirty one

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with a team made up of older people who have challenged us. This team has played and beaten Winsor, so we are very anxious to redeem ourselves on them as we lost to Winsor, 20-12. This game w.as not distinguished by any particularly brilliant field play except for a beau- tiful catch in right Iield by Foster, I. Our batting was more encouraging. BOARDING DEPARTMENT NOTES After the vacation, Goodwin House and Hathaway House returned to work with renewed vigor. We no sooner got back than we were after Mrs. Newell and Mrs. Brittain to tell us when we could start wearing socks again. Mrs. Newell was most unsatisfactory, for all We got out of her was that we'd probably be Wearing them by June! Imagine the pleasant surprise when We were told we could wear them on Saturday! Soon after we came back there was a long and very warm week- end, of which most of us took advantage by going down to Cohasset on a huge picnic. There we spent the afternoon sun-bathing and scrambling over the rocks, some girls injudiciously in bare feet, un- til we returned home fwith sunburnsl via Dutchland's. Meanwhile excitement was mounting over the big event of the spring term-the Hathaway House Dance. Every day the Dance Committee, with paint-stained blue jeans, could be seen making their eager way to and from the Hathaway House Gym., carrying all kinds of paraphernalia, from paint-pots to imitation bananas. Every day the mail was eagerly scanned, and shouts of he's coming! and my, how rude boys are. They fnefvefr write, rang through the air as we snatched at the letters that were being distributed. Finally the day arrived, and after much beautifying and prinking we were ready for the fray. Actually, however, it was no fray at all, since it was faultlessly run, thanks to the tireless efforts of the Dance Committee and of the ushers. The houses, too, looked really charming, and those who arranged the flowers certainly deserved our hearty con- gratulations. Altogether it was a most successful evening, and when at midnight all was over, the excited chatter rising to the heavens from every room must have made Goodwin House sound like a mag- nified hen house. As the Magus goes to press, there are two important events in the ofling. One is the big tea which both houses are giving, in which all the food is made by our own dainty fingers. An-other is a picnic for which the father of one of the girls, for the second year, is kindly offering his boat. If we know anything about picnics, this one ought to be good. the fnagus page thirty three