Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Evelyn Kalmon Burger HilJcgardc Cappclmann When a South’n accent comes drawling along in the breeze and one eyebrow cocks up, you can usually find Evy. With dark, dark hair, hazel eves, and a contagious chuckle, she adds a sense of humor as well as food after lights to the dorm. Having quickly become acclimated to M.Y.S., its rules and routine, Evv has seemed “an old girl” from the start; her favorite pastime must be talking on the telephone since that is what she does at every opportunity. An avid supporter of “ole Alabam’ Ev leans toward the South in history class or colleges, and ’tis said she is a member of the group that is still lighting the Civil War. Yellow team; Cupola, IV. “God created the heaven and the earth and all that was in them.” Then God took a day’s rest. God made Hilda C.; and, if the next day was not Sunday, we’ll wager that it was im- mediately made a legal holiday. We look in upon the Cappclmann abode and find Hilda bustling about, as she packs sundry garments for the big weekend at V.M.I. with vou-know- whom. “What more could a girl ask for? Hmmm!” And this southern belle takes off on another jaunt to Utopia. School? Oh, yes . . . among other things we find that athletics never both- ered her, nor did she bother athletics. Excelling in the domestic arts, we predict it won’t be long before she’ll be using the knowledge gained. “What do you mean, ‘you-all’ isn’t correct?” White team; art club. III; glee club, IV; prep players, IV . I 16

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Monica Ismct B oheman J [ancy Ruth Brandt Mona started out her internment at M.V.S. by providing actual proof to the misinformed in- habitants here that everyone from Scandinavia does not have blue eyes and blonde hair, so usu- ally attributed to them. Arriving from Sweden and disillusioning her classmates, she was, in turn, dillusioned. It was proved conclusively that a right triangle does not have 56°. From disillusion she advanced to discourse — this con- cerning modern art, and thence a defeat by the same. Apart from these battles, she trod the boards, giving unforgettable performances of Harlequin and Joan of Arc. As time passed, her blue (pardon), brown eyes looked up to welcome the Navy, both of U.S. and of Sweden: organizations in which she has much interest. In passing: it’s not only trains that arrive late. White team; prep players, III, IV; cheerleader, IV. Long blonde hair, ninety-five pounds, and a winsome look are assets to a personality new to the campus this year. The enviable hair and the still more enviable avoirdupois belong con- tinually to a volatile individual who can claim China and other oriental locations of the myste- rious East as her home. The winsome look is most evident during Physiology where we have the question: ‘ But why? I don ' t understand.’’ Is it possible to enjoy an atmosphere where the strains of “I’ve never been in love before’’ blares, oozes, creeps, and tootles ad infinitum? Ah, but entirely possible, if the atmosphere be- longs to the house of Nancy! She has supped deeply from the happy spring of optimism. She is content to let others worry while she makes the best of everything. Yellow team; Cupola, IV.

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Elizabeth Putnam Carswell There are those whose biographies, if pure fact, would sound meaningless; in whose careers at M.V.S. there have been few highlights or achievements, no inspiration and enthusiasm to carry an individual on their crest to a surge of glory. Then there are those whose lives, if put on canvas, would be a study in light and shadow. But there are some few whose visits have been like a message from a high power radio station — one continuous series of vibrant sound, high pitched and fraught with meaning, impulses of inspiration caught from the air and transferred into dynamic message of service (gasp!). Such has been Betty’s course. Flawlessly con- structed, she is a rabid supporter of her equally flawless (to her!) state . . . Georgia. That is enough to send anyone home with pink eve. Yellow team; basketball varsity, IV; chapel, IV; secretary of house council, IV. Alice Lee Carter A resident of the bathtubs of Mount Vernon for the customary four years, with time out only for the fabulous vacations on which she has taken many of her initiated friends, Alice Lee origi- nates from the bathtubs . . . pardon me . . . the hills of West Virginia, although West Point is also a haunt that is looked upon with much favor. Whenever the harmonious chords of syn- copation strike her sensitive tympanums, our vice-president swings expertly into a lively jit- terbug, sending all onlookers into awe. Besides flinging a mean hoof, Lee is one of those addicts of the Field House, a malady common to these parts. A quiet chuckle; who can it be? None other else than . . . Alice Lee! Yellow team; art club, I; social league repre- sentative, I; glee club, I; science club, II; class secretary, II; typing. III; house council, III, IV; assistant photography editor of Cupola, IV; vice-president of class, IV; student council, IV. 17 )