Northampton School for Girls - Yearbook (Northampton, MA)

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HAMP REVIEW VERMONT TREES Weather worn And wind torn You stand together, yet alone, Solemn and severe Proud aloft and wise. Ann Lamson SPORTS Tap day this year was received by new and old girls with enthusi' asm and competitive spirit. After the new girls had been appointed to either the white or green team by the captains, Claire Conover and Connie Duane, competition began that afternoon with relay races and basketball games. Al' though the white team was victo' rious in these sports and also in hockey,tit proved to be the under' dog in the soccer games. Calisthe' nics and modern dancing in the gym in winter rewarded the girls with aching backs and tight muscles. We are all looking for' ward to spring when we may show our ability UQ in baseball. Practice will start early in March for the Pageant given in June, in honor of our May Day Queen. This will end the athletics for this year. It was play day at Northfield. Mary Burnham, Greenfield, Stone' leigh Prospect and Hamp had all assembled in the gym ready to dis' play their various talents. Some were there for hockey, others for basketball and soccer, while Hamp was there for tennis. Old man weather, however, did not favor us that day, and drenched everything with rain including the tennis courts. So, after a few drizzly games the tennis team, consisting of Bobby Mauro, Sheila, Shirley, janet Rowe and Marty gave up. Basketball was taken up instead. Strangely enough Hamp's rival was Burnham, a fact which made our team even more determined to win. N.S.F.G., however, was at a slight advantage as they had been playing outdoor basketball for some time whereas Burnham had not. In view of this fact it was not too surprising that the Hnal score of 34'11 was a Hamp victory. Cheering us on to victory were our selected group of cheerleaders un' der the direction of joannie Polito. All rivalry ended with a dip in the Northfield pool, followed by a tea in the gym. THEATRE Once again the advantage of be' ing situated in Northampton has proved itself. This year the Drama Deptment of Smith cast and di' rected four fascinating plays. One of these, Tavtuffe, presented on September 29th was a farce, set in the eighteenth century. The sec' ond play, given on December 9th, was an entirely new production called A Living Newspaper. This play was made up of many short scenes relating to atomic energy. It continued on showing the individu' al's reaction to Bikini pointing up as it did so, today's problem of atomic control. Each role was ad' mirably performed while much ex' citement was added by the appear' ance of an authentic, smoking bomb. The third play, Rocket to the Moon was also a modern'day play but concerned itself more with human relationships in the form of a two men ' one woman triangle. The last, but not least, was a drama concerning a wolf'boy. As well done as its predecessors, this play rounded up the season in ex' cellent style. FRENCH PLAY The French Club presented a play entitled Capucine on Janu- ary thirty'first. The cast consisted of Pere la 'Chandelle, played by Judy Palmer, the magistrate whose earthly love was geraniumsg Ma' dame la Bohemienne, played by Bobby Mauro, was the villaing two clowns were Pom and Pic, played by Nan Munsell and Beryl Atkinson, Paolo, played by Tanya Glaskowsky, was the professor tal' ented in magic, and his ardent ad' mirer, Pedro, was Paula Burgeeg the mathematical bear was May Henson and the cow, Ruth Levi' tan. Pere la Chandelle announces to the village that a circus is coming to town. This circus belongs to Ma' dame la Bohemienne and her two friends, Paolo and Pedro. They ex' hibit their marvelous bear, a ma' thematical wizard. Pic and Pom discover that the bear is unable to count above two and they make a wager with its owner, Madame la Bohemienne. It is agreed that if they can find an animal more ex' traordinary than the bear they will become the owners of the entire circus. At this point they set off for the woods to wait for an ani' mal to come to them. Capucine, a little cow, falls off the moon and lands at the feet of Pic and Pom, who immediately hide her in the barn of Pere la Chandelle. This cow has the peculiar trait of giving off chocolate milk when her tail is pumped up and down. Madame la Bohemienne discovers Capucine and a fierce battle ensues. Pere la Chandelle is called upon to decide whether the bear or the cow is more extraordinary. Ceremoniously he announces that the winner is Capucine, whereupon Pic and Pom dance for joy, and Madame la Bo' hemienne scowls fiercely at the audience, showing her displeasure. Pere la Chandelle heads the pro' cession off stage, followed by Pic and Pom, driving their horses Pa' olo and Pedro. The bear and the cow leap along behind them and Madame la Bohemienne brings up the rear with a broom. Following the performance, re' freshments were served. The pro' ceeds went toward French Relief. The entire French Club offers many thanks to Mademoiselle Ri'

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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,

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HAMP REVIEW vier, who so patiently coached the play, and to Miss Bidwell, our pi' anist. VICE VERSUS VARIETY On October 25th, the Mask and Wig Club presented a Variety Show. The audience was seated and waiting when the curtain went up and the Gay Nine' ties chorus number came on. fThose blue frilly skirts were cer' tainly something!j Next came Goldie Locks the Door , a simple but most ingenious skit employing the use of such puns as leaving one's scent by dropping a penny on the floor. The Denning Sisters then gave us a few of their new recordings. Ruthie Hibbs tripped on next as a bare'foot country hick, singing Feudin' and Fight' in' jackie Foster carried on with What's the Use of Wondering and Something Sort of Grandishw. The first half closed with some typical Hamp jitterbugging nobly performed by Rosie and Muffy. After the intermission and refresh' ments of cider and doughnuts, the show continued. The curtain rose on Little Nell , a skit chanted with a rhythmic downbeat by Wendy, Connie, Marty, and Muf' fy. Next come the Sweater, the Sarong, and the Peek'a'boo bangs. With the Sweater modeled by Sesh and Rosie, the Sarong by Mattas and Karhol, and Wendy and Bar' bara Chase as the Peek'a'boo bangs, it made quite a hit for it' self. Following some barber shop crooning by jackie, Sesh, and Mat' tas, Holly Veeder gave us a little of Chicago with These Foolish Things and You Go to My Head done up in typical night' club style. We know the audience enjoyed the show as much as the Dramatic Club enjoyed giving it. JANIE, YOU STOLE MY HEART Mr. Colburn stamped across the floor and yelled, Hey, Lucille! and Janie was on. Once again the talents of Williston Acad' emy and Hamp were combined to produce this very amusing comedy on March Sth in the Northampton High School Auditorium. Under the able drection of Mr. Boardman and Mrs. Pearce Janie actually developed from absolutely nothing into a well'done play in very little time. Mr. Colburn was played by Grant MacMacking Mrs. Colburn by Wendy Hicks, Janie Colburn by Marty Peck, Paula Rainey by Audrey Morgan, Bernadine Dodd by Rosemary Thurber, Scooper Nolan by Joe Stevensg Tina by jane Mattas, Rodney by Ray Wal' lisg Mr. Van Brunt by Bob Millin' tong Mrs. Laurence by Shirley Car' ter, Dick Laurence by Scotty Mar' row and Dead'Pan by Lindy Han- son. The play was about the life of a typical teen'ager and her family during the war years and their trials with the army and war'time inconveniences. The players had a wonderful time doing the play, and hoped the audience enjoyed it half as much as they enjoyed working on it. THEATRE It was decided this year to pro' duce three one act plays for our fall production, in place of the usual long one. Wendy Hicks, the Dramatic Club president, and Mrs. Pearce chose the plays that were later presented in the Northampton High School theater. Each was dif' ferent and appealing in its own way. The first of these plays was When The Whirlwind Blows, a dramatic tragedy about Russian peasants during the revolution. Anna was played by Louise Wil' liamsong the old woman by Ann Karfiolg and Sally Allen took the part of Madame. The Maker of Dreams , the second play, was a fantasy. The title role was played by Wendy Hicks. Connie Duane portrayed Pierrette while Marty Peck was costumed as Pierrot. The final curtain fall was on the comedy When Shakespeare's La' dies Meet. The more serious la' dies, Juliet and Desdemona, were portrayed by Betsy Cole and Bar' bara Bennett. Dry humor was add' ed by Frances Hazlehurst as Portia. Katherine, Nancy Tuttle and Cleo' patra, Muffy Morgan were the more lively characters. The de' ranged Ophelia was played by Rosie Thurber. Tragedy, fantasy, and comedy, all made possible by the hard work' ing stage crew and the numerous committees, provided a most amus' ing and delightful evening for those who attended. LIFE ON A RESERVATION by Frances Hazlehurst and Shirley Carter Basking contentedly in the warm western sun of the waste lands of the Northampton desert lolled doz' ens of lazy little lizards. Scouting the reservation was a regiment from the Army of Armadillos. These Armadillos patrolled regu' larly, kept order, and made sure the less important duties of the liz' ards were attended to. Among these chores were classes for the brain, exercises on the mesa to keep their scales in good shape, study hours, pow'wows for extra' curricular interest in different sub' jects, chapel in the ceremonial Ki' vas, required activities in Smythe Prairie Dog Hole. Another tribal custom is their weekly frolic with the hideous gila monsters, which slither and slouch over across the sandy wastes from Notsilliw. Of course, the nest must be kept tidy. Miss Python squeezes a neat rock bed out of them. To make certain l