Moravian College - Benigna Yearbook (Bethlehem, PA)

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PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1955 ikllllll It was to be the most eventfuli month of my life. For years I had been planning this trip, now I was actually on my way I was off on a thirty day sea voyage and my imagination was run- ning riot as to all the things that might happen in that short time. I reached the dock about an hour before sailing time, but as usual I was in a hurry. Going up the gang plank I almost fell over a small person who seemed to be taking every thing in with pleasure. At this moment the ship's officer came by and stopped to introduce us. Imagine my surprise when I learned that it was none other than Gene Quigley, Olympic Ski Champion. I was naturally honored and secretly proud. After finally settling myself in my state room, I began to relax. Suddenly I heard a commotion on deck. Being curious I hurried aloft. Every one seemed to be staring at a tall, dark girl on the dock who was surrounded by a group of reporters. I soon learned that she was a Mrs. W., formerly Peg Sterrett, who had just flown down from Westfield and was about to take off on a trans-oceanic flight. I began to think my voyage was.already a success with so many celebrites about, but many surprises were yet to come. That night I was luckily seated with Miss Quigley, and we were soon talking enthusiasticly of ski jumping, as it was also my favorite sport. Suddenly she stopped talking. Her eyes were staring at someone on the other side of the dining room. nwhy there's Dotln she gasped. Before I could ask who Dot might be, Gene was half way across the room. She reached the main door in record time and enveloped a small blond girl in a warm embrace. By this time, I realized they must be old friends, and I was right. When I met Dot, or Miss Davis, I learned she was an old school mate of Miss Quigley's. Dot at that time was on her vacation from a Broadway Musical Comedy in which she had starred. A few days later, we reached port, and went on a sight seeing trip to Palestine. The American Colony was having a celebration, and one of the features was a fine art exhibit by a Miss Eva Peters, World Famous designer, painter, and a pro- fessional at arts and crafts. She was an exceptional person and we all admired her. -9-

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Returning to the ship late at night, one of the women discovered that during her absence a pearl necklace had dis- appeared from her room. Luckily there was a woman detective on board by the name of Medary. She soon solved the mystery as was expected, for Miss Medary is well known for her murder novels and mystery stories. She had also solved several baffling crimes. One rainy afternoon I spent my time in the ship's library. Here I picked up a book of poems by Phyllis Creedy. It was an excellent bit of work, and I liked it so much that the cap- tain presented it to me. Gene Quigley and I spent most of our mornings in the pool. One young married woman, a Mrs. English, whose maiden name was Betty Schlottman, was there every day to entertain us with fancy diving and swimming. A few days before we reached home, I was unfortunate enough to get a cinder in my eye and you can imagine my surprise and pleasure, when I discovered the head nurse in the infirmary to be a girl I had known at school, Bertha Alder. WWe naturally spent hours talking over our school days at Moravian. When I had finally said good-bye to everyone on the boat and had successfully maneuvered myself to my own apartment, I felt exhausted. Sitting by the window I began to read an old newspaper that had been delivered during my absence. The head lines caught my eyes nvan Vorst defeats Kitson in Junior League Elections. Van Vbrst made Presidentn -- 'Why I knew those girls years ago, and I never dreamedn -- but here my thoughts were rudely shattered Through the open window came a voice with a very English accent. It said, uThat is why, my friends, the United States has recog- nized the Russian government. I looked out the window and in the apartment next door stood K. Danneberger, that fiery orator and debator from England who was causing a sensation on her American lecture tour. This was too much. Could I never get away from celeb- rites? 'Were there no people that weren't famous? Slamming the window I began to upaok fast and furiously. M. H. Sterrett -lO-