Northampton School for Girls - Yearbook (Northampton, MA)

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HAMP REVIEW l ate it. The best of luck and health to you in the future, Mr. Go' rokhoff. MARGARET DRUMMOND We bade cheerful farewells to Drummie in October 1946 as she left for Scotland never dream' ing that we were saying goodbye for a much longer journey. After a winter with relatives and friends in England and Scotland she came home miserably ill in june and died in Dickinson Hospital, Northampf ton, on july 25th, 1947. Her death brings grief to a host of friends in widely scattered places and our alumnae will Hnd it difiicult to think of the school without her. Even at a first meet- ing one felt her forthright, loyal character, intolerant of pretense, nonsense and folfderol . It took a longer time to discover other qualities which her thorough prof fessional training and experience as well as her Scottish background made peculiarly hers: love of birds and flowers, spontaneous generosif ty, the quaint expressions and Scot' tish accent which she delighted to exaggerate when she noted that hearers were pleased or amused by them, above all her sturdy chamf pionship of what she believed in. All who were in school during the war years will remember her zeal for British relief communicated to us as she led and directed knitting, sewing, and collecting garments, food, and money, activities in which she shared in town as well as at school. Retiring from school work did not bring the rest which she needed and had looked for' ward to, for in the shortage of nurses she gave hours of volunteer service at Dickinson Hospital and in outside cases. Her childhood in Oban had givf en her a passionate love of the sea and she owned a tiny stone cottage on the island of Lismore, just a but and ben . It is a satisfaction to know that she spent some spring days on her island, sat on the rocks in the sunshine and saw primroses and snapfdragons beginning to grow between the ledges. She wrote to a friend over here. At last I have my 'wee housie'. O, it is beautiful, the sea, the sea, every' where. But I can't stay hereg I am getting too old to do without my comforts. These enthusiasms, her work in London hospitals and at Salonika in World War I, kept modestly in the background, her thoughtful following of current affairs in her homeland and in her adopted counf try were all a part of a grand and stalwart character which made knowing her a broadening influf ence and losing her a real regret. By Gertrude E. Brewster SOCIETY Hamp's whirl of fall parties started off with an old girls party for the newcomers. Of course Sheif la's team came in first as the result of a campusfscourging scavenger hunt. The new girls reciprocated by inviting the old girls to a return party. After participating in many exhausting games, Wendy enter' tained the girls with a movie, Hymn of All Nations . That night the new girls were relieved of those nasty green ribbons . Soon after this affair came the day girls' Hallowe'en party for the boarders. Costumes were required and many revelers in imaginative and fantastic creations appeared to enjoy the festivities. Cider and doughnuts having been served the party was deemed a success. This year we seniors have had the distinct pleasure of associating with two of the music world's up and coming stars, Arden Tinti and jackie Foster. Arden's concert on October twelfth, came as a pleasant surf prise to those of the new girls who had not heard her sing before, and to those of us who had, her talent seemed even more developed. Following Christmas vacation, jackie Foster, our famed coloraf tura, also made one Sunday after' noon in February most enjoyable, by displaying her unusual talent in a program of wide variety. Once again our newcomers were surf prised to find one of our best liked seniors with another surprise up her sleeve. We are sure both of these girls will go far with their music, and we wish them all the luck in the world. PROM MEMOIRS Friday, March 5, 1948 Dear Diary, Today has just been one hectic rush. You have no idea how much willfpower it took to keep my nose in America's policy of neutrality in 1914, when I knew Ild be seeing Gooch at fourfthirty. I must have survived somehow for soon he and I were walking hand in hand on the campus. As soon as we had ref acquainted ourselves and reminf isced we went over to the gym for punch and dancing. He nearly died when he met Sal, he said that she's just as I said she was. Oh, it was so wonderful to meet these characf ters that the girls have been talk' ing about all year. I pulled myself away at 5:30 to eat dinner. He came at sevenfthirty and we grabbed front seats in the bus so we could get first cracks at the seats near the stage in the high school auditorium. Oh, di, the play was wonderful. I never knew there were so many talented people liv- ing with me right on the same campus. The prom's tomorrow-I can hardly wait! Saturday, March 6, 1948 Di Darling,

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FIRST COUNCIL Back vow. Sheila XValsh, Rosemary Thurber, Roberta Mauro, Louise Williaiiisori. Second Tow iseutedjz Miss McBce, Nancy Day, VicefPres., Arden Tinti, Pres., Bcryl Atkinson Sec.. Anne Dodge. liront vow: Inez XVilliums, Barbara Bruce, Sally Sessions, ElizabcthCule, Nancy SI11ith,JLlIlCtROWC. SECOND COU NCIL Back row: Barbara Bruce, Sheila Walsh, Ruth Levitan, Priscilla Freeman, Marcia MacNeil, Ann Lamson. Second row: Miss McBee, Wendy Hicks, VicefPres., Beryl Atkinson, Pres., Marcia Foster, Sec., Anne Dodge. Front row: Elizabeth Mitchell. Marion Young, Elizabeth Plough, Louise Williamson.

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1-1 HAMP REVIEW It was wonderful! I know I'll never live through such a perfect day again. Gooch came at 11:00 A.M. on the dot. We walked on the campus and sat in Hathaway until lunch was served. We had a variety of choices for amusement in the afternoon, dancing in Hath' away and just loafing. I had to push my man off the campus so to dress for the he'd have time prom. He came back at 6:00 and we went to the banquet. I hardly recognized some of those people I live right next looked so nice! to because they I actually walked right by Sal. I felt extremely elef gant walking into the long banquet hall on Gooch's arm. The dinner was delicious and my dress was even tighter when we came to the peppermint ice cream and chocof late sauce. We left the Yankee Room and walked into the Ball' room. I know I must have just glowed with pride when I intro- duced Gooch to the receiving line. He was by far the bestflooking boy there, but then Sal says I'm pref judiced. We literally floated around the room to the music prof vided by the Lord Jeff Jesters. I kept seven of the twelve dances with Gooch but he was mad that I didn't give him more! At 12:00 we said goodfnight to the boys. Would I be repeating myself, Di, if I said it was wonderful? M Sunday, March 7, 1948 Di Dear, He's goneg I'm blue. Honestly, I nearly died laughing when I saw Gooch in church. He's so darn big and just not the beautiful soul type. He walked back to school and had lunch about 1:00. We just sat and talked all afternoon but it was anything but boring. Oh, Di, my senior prom's all over and it'll never, never come again-but the memories.-L.W. THE COCKTAIL PARTY Sally ran the comb through the last straggling curl and tied a red bow around her head. She took a last look at herself in her mother's full length mirror and started down stairs. Today was the big day. Her mother was having a cocktail party and she was going to be allowed to pass the canapes. With all the excitement that a girl of eight can have, she bounded into the kitchen to find out what she could sample in the way of ca- napes. She sat down very primly on one of the battered blue kitchen chairs and received her instructions from Sadie, the cook. When the guests arrived, she was to show them where to put their coats, the men in her father's study, and the women upstairs in her mother's room, then she was to come into the kitchen and wait for the sig' nal from her mother that would mean it was time to bring the canapes. When the doorbell rang the first time, Sally went and opened the door. She couldn't think of any' thing to say so she ushered Mr. and Mrs. Potter, in silence, to their various coat rooms. After the bell had rung for the last time and Sally was rather tired of pointing the way to the study and escorting the ladies upstairs, she went into the kitchen. There, she sat with the utmost of impatience for the signal from her mother. She fidgetf ed terribly and rearranged the plates of canapes at least three times. Finally, the signal came and she quickly picked up a plate in each hand and backed through the swinging door. The noise was appalling. Sally stood, stunned, by the door until an encouraging Come on, dear from her mother work her up. Then she pushed her way through the crowd that was chattering in front of the door. She started her long and tedious journey with Mimi, a distant cousf in, and after standing patiently while Mimi cooed over the assortf ment of goodies, she continued around the circle of noisy people. She talked to the few people that she knew and made several trips to the kitchen to refstack the plates. After the sixth trip around, she decided she was tired and so she sat down quietly in a corner to watch the proceedings. In one corner a very fat and bored looking celibate was spread over a large armchair, muttering aphorisms to Sally's poodle that was looking longingly at a dish of candy on the table beside the chair. Mrs. Potter was exclaiming over Mimi's new dress, but it was ob' vious from the expression on her face that she wasn't very fond of lt. Mr. Potter was in the middle of some tired looking husbands who were celebrating their freedom and arguing about the current news. All went well for a while, until suddenly Mrs. Foster was inspired to invite all the remaining guests out for dinner. Mr. Potter, think' ing of the money angle, quickly squelched her wonderful idea. After a quiet spell, during which the Potters glared at each other, the conversation continued in the same noisy way. Sally was awakened from her daze by the acrid smell of burnf ing canapes. She'd forgotten the cheese and crackers in the oven. She jumped up and with one last look around the crowd, rushed into the kitchen, wondering if she would be like that when she grew up.-R.T. The snow comes Looks at the world Slowly descends And softly, In a wisp, Is gone. A,T,