Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Helen Mar MeDill Weather prognosticator plenipotentiary and ex- traordinary, Ney is one who has planted her restless feet for three years. They (re: feet) are deep in the soil . . . which is she, day student or hoarder? Frustrated cloud predictor, president of M.Y.’s Ozark Ike Club, point cup holder twice, eleven varsity letters, all-star Washing- ton hockey player, Optima . . . (puff puff) Well, why bother anymore? Being editor of this yearbook, she would probably heave this wastebasketward (editor s note: censored!). Her creed: that of Omar Khayyam. Destination: (might be the moon!) Her hobbv(ics): last min- ute English Y, trailing wandering books or expounding her ' we-are-all-atoms-inside-a-desk- in-someone-else’s-world” theory. In parting: ‘There’ll be snow tomorrow!” Yellow team; typing, II; basketball varsity, II, III, IV; tennis varsity, II, III, IV; baseball var- sitv, II, III, IV; athletic association representa- tive, II, III; sports club, III; library council, III; sports editor of Cellophane , III; hockey varsity, III, IV; Optima, III, I Y; editor of Cupola, IV. Miriam Cecilia McHale Seems to me there is a song that goes “Mimi, oh you funny little Mimi” or something like that; it must have been written especially for our Mimi. It expresses perfectly her gayety and care- free abandon of life. Yep, she is quite a girl, and when she grins, look on your own countenance, for you’ll find a similar facial contortion. Her friends try to tell you what it is about her that they like best, but she has one of those indefin- able personalities. Always in hot water or with- out a yellow sweater, you can’t forget the cheery attitude and also that you-know-she’ll-bc-in- anothcr-predicament-tomorrow. “Drink, for you know not whence you come, nor why. Drink, for you know not why you go, nor where.” White team; typing, 111; Cellophane 9 IV. { 26

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M ary Elizabeth Laws Inquiring as to the sources of Betsy’s fan mail, we have a reply: “Oh, not many; only Bobby, Tim, Vic, Mike, and Doug.” Nothing else need be said about her outside activities. During the course of her three years at Mount Vernon, Betsy has been a social league representative, cheerleader, and harassed business editor of the Cellophane , interrupting her career only when she took up campus residence during the autumnal equinox. She was no hindrance to lower senior hall’s notorious reputation! As the dim future becomes the cold present we hear Betsy’s theory: “It’s not the grades that count. It’s common sense!” The crystal ball portrays the future, and at the 100th anniversary Betsy no doubt will still be crowned with her filmy, glorious, blonde hair. White team; cheerleader, II, III, IV; typing, III; social league representative, III; business man- ager of Cellophane , IV. M ary Alice Lee Our gal with the three V’s: Voice, Vivacity, and Vocabulary . . . who else, but M.A., and the moments with her uke at G.U. picnics, New York trips with Jonesy, the Shoreham with Cuff, her “accident” at Jan’s, now and then a “George” or “I t ought I taw a puddy cat!” At this writing, M.A. is famous for her noon chats on the Black Instrument. So strong is the attraction for the airless booth, there must be some Driving Motive. She may well turn out to be a One-Man-Woman (although there are those who have yet to see it). Her creed: the rule of thumb, book and hand- kerchief, and to outsing everyone in chapel. (Who knows? She may be the “Thing”!) White team; secretary-treasurer of class, I; cheer- leader, I, II; prep players, I, II; Carousel Board, I, II; library committee, I, II, III; social league, II; chapel committee, II, III, IV; class secretary, III; Carousel editor, IV; literary editor of Cupola, IV. 25 }

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Josephine Anne Muller Janet Lee Myers At birth, Jo was the recipient of God’s greatest gift — plenty brains, and consequently her aca- demic efficiency or ratio of results obtained in in-put effort has always been about 100j c y . This combination of Marconi, Einstein, and Aristotle is always engaged in some task; be it Optima, editing the Cellophane , or running study hall; that is, when she hasn’t taken a weekend off to some interesting locality. As she arrives within the walls again after one of these sojourns, she is always loaded with useful little souvenirs and hardware. Texan extraordinary, this ver satile individual is reputed to have a forehand guaranteed to scorch the skin off a ball; a cast-iron tongue, and an ear-to-ear grin when she answers: “Oh, I had a gay ole time!” Yellow team; chapel committee, III; president of sports club, III; basketball varsity. III, IV; ten- nis varsity, III, IV; Optima, III, IV; Optima president, IV; editor of Cellophane , IV; student council, IV; house council, IV. Scene: The locker room. J.L.M.: “Anyone driv- ing the hill?” This is the famous line of our heroine, playing the leading role in “Four Years in an Egg Shell” or “The Perils of Foxhall.” Janet is the original of the original troupe who started this play’s long run on Broadway . . . oops! I mean Foxhall. Besides being an expert on traffic conditions, this city has seen seventeen years of the life of Miss M. Even this cannot detr act from the ad- mirable fact that she has not yet changed her stride to race through life with the anxious throng. As you will notice, Janet is a quiet girl , which makes her utterances the more worth lis- tening to. Janet has made the grade, our hearts, and last, but not least . . . the hill. Yellow team; gardening club, I; typing activity, II; Cellophane , III; Cupola, IV.